Hang On

He was hanging off a bridge…

Hey again! I believe I’ve successfully broken through my writer’s block! Tonight’s a double feature with another free verse poem that’s straight from the heart. Hope you enjoy!

The first time I saw him,
he was hanging off a bridge.
I rushed over and bent down,
reaching out to grab his hand.
His long fingers interlocked with mine,
and for a brief moment,
all was okay.
All was ecstasy.

Then, his fingers started slipping,
s l o w l y,
but surely.
I strained frantically,
sobbing and screaming simultaneously,
trying to maintain some hold on him —
And all the while,
he kept slackly slipping
further and further out of my grasp.

An eon later,
an eon of mind-numbing pain later,
the connection was severed;
And as I watched him fall away,
vision barred with gemlike teardrops,
it dawned on me:

He had never attempted to hang on.

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Hang On

Author: Anacrazyfuturewriter

Hey everyone! I'm a tenth-grade poetry enthusiast, Harry Potter aficionado, and public speaking connoisseur. My poems aim to convey the profound philosophical thoughts that come to me when I'm playing a game of chess or watching an episode of the Big Bang Theory. I love experimenting with new forms and styles of poetry, so you just might find yourself improving your own repertoire of poetic formats as you browse through this blog. Thanks for reading!

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