Full Stop (Poem)

Full Stop

The birds fly past the window where
I sit contemplating suicide in a classroom
where the teacher never stops talking because
I think his drunken father robbed him of his
peace of mind so he goes on and on to soothe
himself, that is, when he isn't bullying students.

Even though these chirping birds could fall
flightless from a branch never having felt
sorry for themselves I wonder if they too
think of suicide and wing themselves full
strength into dirty windows only pausing
for a second, seeing their reflection warped
by speed and grime, before sighing "oh" and
slamming into glass,

full stop.