Lost at sea
Is the boy on the bridge
Overlooking the shadows of the creatures of the deep
With his echo only the closest of sounds
And his distant memory the closest of thoughts
The hollow within overshadows his sight and future
The past a pest in him
The tidal waves block the ships
Now his meekness tested
An ugly carnage lies beforehand.
YOU ARE READING
THE BOY ON THE BRIDGE.
PoetryThe weakest ink harbors the strongest minds. A collection of thoughts that will blow your mind. Some emotions laced herein are quirky, any similarity to real characters is just a mere coincidence*
