Tragedy Poem by anthony sutton

Tragedy



The wind on the tallest bridge,
Raindrops running down her face,
A scream only heard inside her head,
Grounded, flying, she's lost,
Enter, the dark thoughts take over,
Death is the river and rocks below,
Yelling stop, but too quiet and too late;

tragedy.

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