How long and lifeless was the bridge that day!
There were no one but a castle of shadows
who lingered there, with no mouths to say:
what was, is, will be in the future battles.
How grey and shrunk the sky looked!
The clouds and the blessing rain were took!
Just sitting there, no eyes, no mouth, no ears.
Not impressed by the falling of one’s tears.
And the wind was nippy, cutting, cold.
Reminded me of days of winter, wicked, old.
Like hands - offering a poisonous embrace
no mercy, no love in the air or sign of grace.
Couldn’t breathe, see, hope, dream, think
not even sing, talk, caress, or drink.
Stupefied, frozen, eyes couldn’t blink.
Vision blurry, head down, life was sunk.
Just another shadow lurking in a corner!
And the wind is even getting colder.
The sky, like Hades, is getting darker.
On the bridge, there’s one more walker...You might also like:
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