As grit swirls in the wind the word spreads.
On pavements approaching the bridge a crowd
Springs up like mushrooms.
They are hushed at first, intently
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This is a powerful poem and so true to reality. Good write, keep writing.
Sharing the brotherhood of despair... 'To jump or not to jump' Or stay nearer to our condition?
This is what literature is born for, what it is supposed to be. Probing, illuminating, memorable. It is not fluff - it expands the horizon of the heart and the scope of the soul. Brilliant.