I stand here looking from the bridge, <br />the water flows below. <br />I'm contemplating life and death, <br />something you'd never know. <br /> <br />To passers by, a man stood still, <br />just watching boats go by. <br />But deep inside, I'm racked with fears, <br />From my shallow, pointless life. <br /> <br />My family gone, my past erased, <br />except for in my head. <br />With money gone, and home a box., <br />no children in their beds. <br /> <br />The streets are cold, the pavement hard, <br />come rain, or snow, or shine. <br />And I can barely figure out, <br />why this life should still be mine. <br /> <br />There's cloudy reminiscence <br />of happy, joyful times. <br />Of playing games and singing songs, <br />guessing movies out of mimes. <br /> <br />But they have gone for good now, <br />my children lost their lives. <br />And with them went my sunshine, <br />my reason, and my drive. <br /> <br />So off into the water, <br />i jump down to my death. <br />It's so cold and very icey, <br />so chilled it takes my breath. <br /> <br />A brief moment of panic, <br />as my lungs fill up with water. <br />The last sight through my memories eye, <br />are my young Son, and tiny Daughter. <br /> <br />My body's dead and drifting, <br />it'll wash up on the shore. <br />But my spirits free and sailing, <br />as to the skies I sore. <br /> <br />I'm summoned upward, through the clouds, <br />towards the pearly gates. <br />And there stand my little children, <br />now I know my fate. <br /> <br />Heath Gunn<br /><br />Heath Gunn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-stand-here-looking-from-the-bridge/
