Poetry is a way to express your feelings in a string of beautiful words. Here's my try at it.


4. The bridge crumbles

I walked down the memory Road,
To see a rickety bridge,
The memories flowed
as I carried the past cherished load.


The bridge crumbled
as the memories of the past rumbled
The trees around withered
as the human interaction around me tethered.


The dust laid over the bridge
As my knowledge gathered dust
I saw dried leaves float around the Earth
as my hopes flew away in utter darkness.

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