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What Comes to Mind
Bridge #58 marks the spot where my midnight walk crosses the Pawcatuck River.
A matte gray horizon looms above me, threatening snow flurries and blistering winds.
Torrent's of dark water rushing beneath me, beckon me towards their icy embrace.
The River's roar matching the thunder of my heart
But all I can hear is that awful, little voice
They're better off without me
The steel guardian gripped in my fists
Cold and unforgiving, as I hang on. Just barely,
Wondering what the angels sang as they fell and how long it'd take for my body to reach the sea
A matte gray horizon looms above me, threatening snow flurries and blistering winds.
Torrent's of dark water rushing beneath me, beckon me towards their icy embrace.
The River's roar matching the thunder of my heart
But all I can hear is that awful, little voice
They're better off without me
The steel guardian gripped in my fists
Cold and unforgiving, as I hang on. Just barely,
Wondering what the angels sang as they fell and how long it'd take for my body to reach the sea
Published 11th Feb 2018
Author's Note
Special thanks to PostMortal for their on-the- fly cooperation with this random free verse. Fantastic lines, my friend.
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