Between Two Bridges
Like a ghost I haunt these spaces, living here between two bridges.
Boardwalk beneath my feet, sags, cracks.
Been in this space too long, just now I have noticed the grime; jarred awake too late to backtrack my steps.
Spring afternoon, sunlight repeats itself, like me in my weakness.
Trapped, I am between these two bridges.
River moves on, connects endless streams-but, me, I sink back, drown my dreams.
Incapable I am of freeing myself, unable to move on.
Stationary, trapped here like steel girders, the pressure bearing down, pulling me to the bottom.
I look into the currents-the river oblivious to me continue to move.
Trapped, I am between these two bridges.
Like a ghost, I haunt this space, incapable of moving forward.
Like the river.
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