The Bridge (Poem)

I'm way up high,
Almost like i could fly,
With cars in the background,
And no one else around.


Looking upon the river beneath,
Somehow it fills me with relief.
What if I was to fall?
Me being so small,
Devoured by the river so great,
Filled with so much hate.


To be or not to be,
That is the question,
To be able to see,
But now I’m dragging attention.


But what if I was to step away,
What would you say?
Could you save me from decay.
Or else the ending is today.


But now standing upon the rail,
Everything went quiet,
But I was to fail,
I was dragged down in riot.


Written by yours Truly