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Walking alone Not even a song to sing The gentle breeze Quietness overwhelming
Trees become distant Ground beneath I cannot find Only a distant shudder
Standing still Eyes become motionless My fingers freeze Legs lock
Looking ahead No way but down The trembling under foot I see the lights
I cannot turn back Time is failing me Hide I cannot The night is too dark
One way or another Both sides are far Far from my feet Far down to fly
Fly I must Far down under Where rocks climb higher Rivers rage on
Clenching to nothing Tumbling and breaking The body is weak I gasp life's final breath
The train rumbles Above the fallen And once again A desperate quietness.
Authors Notes: This poem was actually written late one night as I was pondering what it would feel like to be a little girl lost at night on a quiet train track. She walks out on the bridge high above the earth. When the train is heading for the girl, she is frightened and has two options; to jump or to be run over. She chose to jump. I think I might have done the same thing, its more of an intruiging death by falling.
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I think therefore I am paraniod.
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep, if I shoud die before I wake...That's just my luck. - He Is Legend.