Beforehand,
A feeling of hysteria,
Plunges me in the ditch,
And gets me weak,
Try to put my head above,
Just to get a gasp,
I can see the dove above the sea,
It hears me not,
The lots of shout,
Change the moment in a flicker,
Scared of the feeling,
Not sacred in my sight,
A site of none,
Not even my shadow,
Shoved under the shade,
What was a meadow,
Now a desert,
Deserted is how it felt,
But a feeling is no more better,
The moment is.
YOU ARE READING
THE BOY ON THE BRIDGE.
PoetryThe weakest ink harbors the strongest minds. A collection of thoughts that will blow your mind. Some emotions laced herein are quirky, any similarity to real characters is just a mere coincidence*
