Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Aug 1
Lantern through the mist,
lets me see the man at the foot of the bridge,
little to no effort to stop me,
for all who cross,
know the danger,
the price,
or simply have no choice,
under the lantern,
I stand next to the man,
who reeks of sad retribution,
and speaks of imprisoning freedom,
I take a step forward,
forward with no conviction,
so I go back,
with newfound respect,
fear and envy,
for those who crossed before me.
Wrote this poem after a suicide attempt and realized that I actually wanted to live. Sometimes just wait a little while, a little longer.
Sins of a dreamer
Written by
Sins of a dreamer  15/M/the river
(15/M/the river)   
44
   Estelline
Please log in to view and add comments on poems