Busted, played out, known to fail.
I’m climbing on the bridge’s rail.
Used-up, tired, left behind.
All friends, lovers leave, and I don’t mind.
Because I didn’t turn out the way they
Thought I’d be, so I must apologize
For being me.
Loser-pig-and here we go! I hope
You all enjoy the show!
“Jumper! Yonder! Have a look and stare!
But don’t help, don’t plead, or say you
The bridge is in my head, and the faces
That are there...are of past people I once
Loved who left me worse for wear.
“Mary, Mary! Please don’t go. I’ve loved
You all along!” chimes in my own voice
Loud and thundering; strong.
I step over the rail, feet on ground and
Fade back into the earth.
Funny how the mind plays tricks when
You question what you’re worth.
Copyright © Judith Hero | Year Posted 2020
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