Over The Bridge/The Cycle

I don't know why I'm here. Pools of darkness are scattered by an endless grey. I cannot see, yet I know the way. My mind creates swirling dots in front of my eyes for company. I'm terrified yet a calmness dwells within, coupled with recognition of the scent in the air... The ground beneath my feet.1

I stop where I assume the ledge stands; stretched before me a gaping mouth into the depths of the world; death. Every path seems to lead to this place. I sniff and search out what I've been looking for, the bridge to take me to the other side. Scant, made of stone, solid yet unseen, but it rests there, some place.2

I sigh a familiar sigh, and take one step forward: stone. I take another... I was wrong.3

I am falling4

I am dying5

Unless I catch hold unto the ledge once more, and climb back up again.

Author notes

i wrote this late last nite, feeling kinda.... death-like. really tired. im not sure if its good or not, it was kinda a dream ive thought of before, metaphoric

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  • Pusher
    January 18, 2006
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    Frightening stuff. This makes me think of the bit in 'Indiana Jones' when he has to take the leap of faith on the invisible bridge. Either way this is one of the most powerful and most scary things I've read from you.

    (pusher)