The bridge.

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

© 2020 Christine Lucero. All Rights Reserved.


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