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.