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Array ( [sid] => 49900 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Bridge [time] => 2004-06-01 00:17:52 [hometext] => this poem is metaphorical...the bridge is personifying all drugs...the river is death by overdose [bodytext] => As I walk this bridge on this thunderous night,
I slip and fall and nearly die.
The further I tread the more bewildered I be...
The substance consumes the insides of me.

On the edge of the bridge I am tempted to step.
Never before have i ventured to this depth.
Should I follow instinct and turn back now?
To depart the raging river and it's excessive growl.
To scream for help from the bridges cell,
to come back down and be all well.

Or should I pursue my myrth and take just one more step,
Like a gamblers tricks i never rest.
Obsessed with the bridge and what it makes me be,
It diminishes the memories plagueing me.

The bridges boudary is drawing near,
It's rotting surface is arousing fear.
What I do I do not know,
I climb so high, yet plunge so low.
But the bridge can be walked again I know...

The end of the bridge I have stepped upon.
Against the raging river I am holding on.
I grasp tightly at the rail...the realm of mind that makes it all well.
But the bridges surface wet and abused,
The place I so often tread upon has fallen through.
As I slip away into the night, I go down willingly without much fight.
In the morning i shall not wake,
For the bridge is the conquerer and for me it's too late.
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The Bridge

Contributed by xxxdropsofjupiterxxx on Tuesday, 1st June 2004 @ 12:17:52 AM in AEST
Topic: drugabuse

As I walk this bridge on this thunderous night,
I slip and fall and nearly die.
The further I tread the more bewildered I be...
The substance consumes the insides of me.

On the edge of the bridge I am tempted to step.
Never before have i ventured to this depth.
Should I follow instinct and turn back now?
To depart the raging river and it's excessive growl.
To scream for help from the bridges cell,
to come back down and be all well.

Or should I pursue my myrth and take just one more step,
Like a gamblers tricks i never rest.
Obsessed with the bridge and what it makes me be,
It diminishes the memories plagueing me.

The bridges boudary is drawing near,
It's rotting surface is arousing fear.
What I do I do not know,
I climb so high, yet plunge so low.
But the bridge can be walked again I know...

The end of the bridge I have stepped upon.
Against the raging river I am holding on.
I grasp tightly at the rail...the realm of mind that makes it all well.
But the bridges surface wet and abused,
The place I so often tread upon has fallen through.
As I slip away into the night, I go down willingly without much fight.
In the morning i shall not wake,
For the bridge is the conquerer and for me it's too late.

Copyright © xxxdropsofjupiterxxx ... [ 2004-06-01 00:17:52]
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Re: The Bridge (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Tuesday, 1st June 2004 @ 12:45:36 AM AEST
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Im struck speachless with this poem awesome job and never fear its never to late for tomorrow is another day with hopes and dreams, again well done
Michelle

Re: The Bridge (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 2nd June 2004 @ 08:24:20 AM AEST
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Strong analogy you've got here. There are points throughout this poem where I found your word usage a little off (such as 'On the edge of the bridge', instead of 'O'er the edge . . .') but the poem works out very effectively overall.
Good promising work.
Keep writing.

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