The cadence in this poem is intentionally broken to add to the stress. I've repeated the three lines of the first stanza for intensity.
The wind has an edge
Cuts and slashes like a knife
As I walk or'e the bridge
The wind has an edge
It burdens the air
With the weight of a kedge
The ice below a vicious lair
Cuts and slashes like a knife
As I watch transfixed
The man below in mortal strife
His path to shore on ice pans fixed
As I walk or'e the bridge
He walks pan to pan
My thoughts go to which
Of us has reached life's span
Poetry by josephus
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Written on 2019-01-30 at 15:48
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Death by chance
The cold today steals your lifeThe wind has an edge
Cuts and slashes like a knife
As I walk or'e the bridge
The wind has an edge
It burdens the air
With the weight of a kedge
The ice below a vicious lair
Cuts and slashes like a knife
As I watch transfixed
The man below in mortal strife
His path to shore on ice pans fixed
As I walk or'e the bridge
He walks pan to pan
My thoughts go to which
Of us has reached life's span
Poetry by josephus
Read 580 times
Written on 2019-01-30 at 15:48
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