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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.
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