It’s bugging me…
That Bridge
Popping up when least expected
Appearing in the middle of my day
Or in last night’s dream
A monolith of brick and iron
On the edge of concious thought
Challenging, Urging,
Daring me to cross it
Asking if I’m ready for
The other side…
That bridge…
How I damn it as it damns me
Ever present in my thoughts
A well of gravity trying,
Pulling, me in
A shadow crossing my path
A path that
I have yet to walk
Who says you must pay the ferryman?
When there’s
That Bridge…
Martin Addison – 07/03/2013


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