The Railing 1 Poem by Scarred Unknown
The Railing 1
I’m sitting here
As cars go by,
Atop a bridge,
O, so high.
Time doesn’t slow
Or wait for me,
So why am I
Expecting to be free?
Rain begins to fall
Cold, cold rain.
I’m huddled against the wall
A car honks in the distance,
I shiver in remembrance.
Friday, July 18, 2008
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4/26/2024 2:03:34 PM # 1.0.0.1119
VERY VERY REALISTIC TOUCH OF A PARTICULAR ONE. NICE WRITTEN. SHORT BUT POWERFUL.