In the world of MAYBEs and IFs

Life is grey

But for bridges like me

It’s either this side or across

A suicide or a dive

Kill or die

Danger lurks in the middle

Hanging by the thread

Like love and promises.

All dried up last winter

There is no river beneath me

With merely a plain piece of abyss

The longer as I stare at it

It glances back at me in peace.

Happy enough to carry people to their destiny

Sad enough to not have one of my own.

I am a bridge in pain.

Ready as they decide coming back

To be wrecked all over again.

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