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The Bridge

August 8, 2010
By Anonymous

Gone
The ghost of death is upon me

my feet touch the water as I sink

the eyes of life are slowly closing in to let me be

Yet my mind wouldn't quiet i had to think
of my friends, my wife, my kids

Somehow willing myself free back to them

Happy and confused as to how I did

Then in an instant my life ends


The author's comments:
This is something I wrote for my english class. The assignment was to write a poem about the story we read in class; An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge.

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