The Bridge

April 7, 2009
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She stands there,
All alone on the cold day.

Her hair whipping in her face,
As the wind spins her loneliness through the air.
Spreading through the earth like poison.

Her loneliness soon becomes their loneliness,
Spreading from her body into theirs.

Her pain soon becomes their pain,
Seeping into their souls.

She is all alone on her bridge,
Except for the old bridge that stands beneath her.
And the wind that spreads her poison,

She stands on her bridge alone,
Letting her loneliness spread like poison.

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dreamshaker This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Sept. 9, 2014 at 8:45 pm
Wow. You have some real poetic talent - this was very powerful. I've been reading through some of your work and this one really stuck out to me. It was a little heartbreaking, honestly, and I applaud you for how delicately you handled this subject matter while also making it incredibly emotional. 

Keep writing. You're an amazing poet. x
RainWashed This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Sept. 18, 2014 at 10:04 am
Thank you so much for what you've said about my work! I really appreciate it. I don't often get feedback and so this really makes my day! Again, thank you for looking at this poem.
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