v. her
standing alone, she was
still leaning against that wall
unsure of what she was going to do
as she looked over the edge
of that grimy, suicide bridge
everyone knew she went there
in the dead of night
when the moon and the stars
lined up to meet
they'd pass her and honk
sometimes wave
but she doesn't respond
it's just not in her,
she has a different way
lighting up another cigarette
she looked out into the darkness
her mind was overflowing
with thoughts of everything
and she realized that she felt so alone
in a lonely world
where no one loved, no one cared
and no one was ever really there
YOU ARE READING
Momentary
Poetry[lowercase intended; novel written in verse] even if for a moment, they could be infinite Copyright © mavericks_
