Three Storeys High Poem by Ryano ; ,

He stood upon a balcony
Three storeys high
Three scores to the wind
Under influence by
Tomorrow's headlines
We'll read about his calibre
In bold Impact & Calibri
While millions of stories
Never meet the eye

A million drops
Of tears will follow by
An album drop
A million streams on Spotify
Millions in royalty
Wherever it belongs
Never rectifies
Millions of puppet strings
Pulling limbs in ply

The spotlight always narrows
Further to the sky
Layers of foundation
Crumble like pie
Millions mourn &
Sit with thoughts on a distant fence
Only three foot high
Skimming skin-deep surfaces
For thirteen reasons why
Many more who should live for many more
Will die