Stand at the bridge
Where it's no longer peaceful
Rather a decision
Life
Sweat beaded down my forehead
Too many thoughts
The ones I wanted to escape
life or
My feet could slip
It would decide for me
It all depends
Life or death
Panic ran through my body
As I shook to the bone
Whispers echoed in the depths of my mind
Choose life or death
Tears welled in my eyes
Stop one would scream
Go, let go, the other would screech
Life or death, they echoed
Choose, they chanted
I chose
It was too late
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Ink Stained [Poetry]
PoezieA collection of random, poetry. Some happier than others, some full of pain and sadness. That's poetry, full of meaning
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