Standing On The Bridge
By Lord R.e. Taylor
The bridge isn’t that long
Walking to the middle
Every step is an eternity
He stands on the edge
Looking at the rushing water
As well as the sharp rocks below
Thinking about all the bad
He cannot find one good thing
All it would take is just one step
The bad would be washed away
And he would never be sad again
© Poem – X/XXVI/MMXXI
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