This Bridge

This Bridge 
Genivyve Smith 
6 March 2013

I walk alone

on the path unknown.

This trail I walk

doesn’t talk,

doesn’t criticize,

doesn’t lead me to demise .

This road I take

also isn’t fake.

Now off this bridge I fall,

tumbling like a rag doll.

I was pushed to my end!

I’m the only one who has sinned?

So even as I have died,

You have lied.

Me, you have hurt

with all those words you had to blurt.

Spreading the gossip

this is how I stopped the toss-up.

You gambled with the devil.

“Hurry now come to my level,”

The devil remarked.

This hate sparked.

How long until she cracks?

Look at the swag he lacks.

I made a statement,

because of your treatment.

I chose a permanant solution to a temporary problem. 

If you don’t have anything nice to say don’t say anything at all.