Prompt: Write a poem about streets, highways, and bridges.
Streets.
They're usually the quieter ones
A few tens of cars rolling down them
Dust settling in once the cars
Are gone.
Highways.
The moderately loud ones
Dozens of cars passing others
Never having a chance to quiet down once and for all.
Bridges.
The one some people are afraid of
People either going
Slowly, as to not break what holds them up
Or
Quickly, as to get off as fast as possible.
Only sometimes ridding itself
Of the hassle of getting people safely
Across the water that they fear so much.
Streets
Highways
Bridges
They all resemble something.
Streets are the quiet, introverted people
Not wanting to draw attention
Settling for less than they want
Or deserve.
Highways are the loud people
The extroverted ones
Desperate to find something
Or someone
To cling on to
So they won't be forgotten.
They want to feel important
Like
The bridges are the popular people
Not planning on it, just being it.
Frequently used
By others
Either using them quickly
Or slowly
But steadily.
:)
