Girl On a Bridge
Seeming unseeing, expressionless being
Asleep in this wide awake town
Leant on the side of a bridge cross the river
Her gaze and demeanour are down
Considered a knife for taking her life
But thoughts of whom-ever might find
her blood drenched cadaver, decided she’d rather
not mess up an innocent’s mind
Spent some time thinking, painkillers while drinking
Might bring her the peace that she craves
But what if they merely left her feeling bleary
So now she stands gazing at waves
Nobody asks if she’s needing assistance
As busy folk head on their way
Ladies with lippy and cyclists nippy
And suited chaps seizing the day
A note she laid down, then without tear or frown
She climbed up and over the side
Made her last pledge on a protruding ledge
That really was not very wide
Well Lord, that was me, what had you hoped to see
Whatever it was I have failed
Messed up all my life, but I’ll get one thing right
For I’ve got my final act nailed
Behind her a groan in a juvenile tone
The nine year old face wore a frown
From under the bridge, that scared little kid
Said, please Lady, don’t let me drown
My dad paid a man who had a white van
To find a long life of good health
Snuck out of Francais then to my dismay
Abandoned me here by myself
She said take my hand, then climb up and stand
Safe on the bridge, then we’ll go
Miss, said the lad, did God have this planned
Honey, she said, I don’t know
Copyright © Terry Flood | Year Posted 2021
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