Theirs a view from the bridge
in the moon light
a river flowing below
small houses
from
which people beckon
pleading with you
not to let go
tall timbers sway in the darkness
the river mirrors your soul
dark eddies, swift currents forming
whisper why not just
let go
alone on the bridge
in your mind
hold a vision of all you
hold dear
the laughter of friendship and loved ones
the ones that still need you here
Stepping back from the edge
Isn't easy
as peace seems to beckon below
your young life is still here for the living
pleading with you not to let go
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