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She was still.
Her feet dangled
From the side of the bridge.
She had been sitting,
Still,
For the past hour.
Not a single soul saw her,
Not even her own.
She had given up.
She lacked the strength
To even jump.
She just sat there,
Still,
Looking out over the grimy river
And the clogged up skyline.
Her feet dangled
From the side of the bridge.
She had been sitting,
Still,
For the past hour.
Not a single soul saw her,
Not even her own.
She had given up.
She lacked the strength
To even jump.
She just sat there,
Still,
Looking out over the grimy river
And the clogged up skyline.
Her entire being was focused
On a man standing
On top of a skyscraper.
He stood there,
Still,
Making up his mind.
He jumped.
She looked away,
No longer still.
She was running into traffic
And away from that man,
An image
Of her failure.
No longer still.
She was running into traffic
And away from that man,
An image
Of her failure.
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lakshjit gill is a poet that hasn't really submitted his work to anywhere before so we are very excited to publish his poetry here. you can find him maintaining an awesome blog at ofmiceandmisanthropes.tumblr.com.