The Bridge - Poem by Rylie Shoop
30 paces forward.
30 paces backward.
Thoughts racing through my mind.
be a coward,
live a life of dread,
Never being loved by the ones you truly need the love from.
sitting on the edge.
devising a plan.
People walk by,
joggers speed across,
cars drive through,
none to stop and ask.
Jumping down to the ledge.
Back facing the great blue,
taking one last breath,
one last look at life with me on it.
thank you Golden Gate Bridge.
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