Bridge

March 25, 2017 at 11:27 pm (Poems)

Biting bullets

Running figures

Indiscriminate loss

Distant neighbours

Grief stricken

Every day.

When we walk across the Bridge rucksacks fill with empathy;
The River far beneath our feet continues to a bigger sea.

At times we carry pain alone,
we share more than we ever own.

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2 Comments

  1. UpChuckingwords said,

    well done. well said.

please feel free to comment on these poems - all feedback appreciated. :)

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