WORLD OF THE BRIDGE

Transported, alone, bereft, abandoned      

Dumped on a bridge of woe and sighs          

Panic-stricken I look as I stand gasping         

This dark world freezing, yet not frozen        

Barely illumined charcoal sky         

Roaring wind, lightning rends the darkness          

 Thunder sounds, quakes this world        

The wind shrieks, lashes out, and reaches        

Wind knocks me flat, I cannot cry         

Crawling along the rusted, creaking, frozen surface        

Frozen wind tearing, rending, screeching          

 Tries to rip me from the crusted, putrid metal          

Onward I creep, reason unknown         

Waves are slamming against the bridge         

Icy crusted tops stabbing, wounding         

Something drifting, floating downward         

Something pale catches my eye         

Peering up I see shreds, lost souls clinging         

Souls gripping, whipping on the bridge supports        

I realize I will be as they if I do not survive

Dark desolate world of the bridge