Not a thing was left to ponder
will to parish growing stronger,
hesitating then no longer
I wend to a bridge that cut the sky.
In the heights I was found standing
building courage, I stood the railing,
fear and anguish in me scaling,
hands shaking, lips dry.
As I stared down to the sea
awaiting to throw myself to die.
Just before bleaching with anger
from a far there came a stranger-
screaming, warning me of danger
displaying a certain sence of sly.
Carefully I took myself to turning
bloody tears, eyes were burning,
without a word I sat there yearning,
while weeping, she asked me why.
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Submission Name: Seaside Suicide pt. 2
