The bridge calls out my name
As if it wanted me to embrace it’s depth.
For some reason, I felt the urge to leap into its gnarling waves
Thinking it would be nice to end this storm,
This storm that consumes me.
If only I was brave enough to see the bridge’s light
That night, it would’ve ended.– C.L.
Poetry Entry #3
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