When I lived in Akron Ohio there was a bridge, 20 stories high - above streets, cars, houses and people, that people used who wanted to end their pain but they didn't realize the pain the caused others and that bridge, that inanimate object, was a major
I look at the bridge from down below
A web of steel covered with dull grey stone
I ask it how many lives have ended beneath your endless watch
People whose hopes have faded,
whose promises have died like the last flame of burnt out candle
Do you mourn as they fall before you
Or doesn't your immortality allow you to feel
Does their final screams make you shake
Are the tears of those left behind enough to make you notice
or do you pretend that you don't know
The people who leapt from your edge were
fathers, mothers, sisters and brothers
They were someone's child who lost their way
and you were their only way out
But you didn't care...you just watched
Someday, maybe centuries from now you will fade
You will crumble and fall into the icy river below
Will anyone care?
They will care as much about you as you did of them...
not a goddamn thing!
Poetry by Rob Taylor
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Written on 2006-10-30 at 23:22
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The Bridge
The BridgeI look at the bridge from down below
A web of steel covered with dull grey stone
I ask it how many lives have ended beneath your endless watch
People whose hopes have faded,
whose promises have died like the last flame of burnt out candle
Do you mourn as they fall before you
Or doesn't your immortality allow you to feel
Does their final screams make you shake
Are the tears of those left behind enough to make you notice
or do you pretend that you don't know
The people who leapt from your edge were
fathers, mothers, sisters and brothers
They were someone's child who lost their way
and you were their only way out
But you didn't care...you just watched
Someday, maybe centuries from now you will fade
You will crumble and fall into the icy river below
Will anyone care?
They will care as much about you as you did of them...
not a goddamn thing!
Poetry by Rob Taylor
Read 835 times
Written on 2006-10-30 at 23:22
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