There was a bridge twenty metres from my houseA Poem by Another Damaged AdolescentThere was a bridge twenty metres from my house. Every morning when I was seven, I sat on the grass slightly in front of the bridge, almost underneath it. watching the shadows on the rails of cars driving past. I would think about the girl who I shared my childhood days with. I would think about the colours of the world, the brightness of the sun, the water I swam in with talent I did not understand I possessed. The girl would share her imagination with me, showing me the colours of her world, and I eager and innocent, would follow her anywhere she would go. There was a bridge twenty metres from my house. Every morning when I was eleven, I sat on my fence as the light from the sun gleamed upon my hopeful face. watching the cars deliver their owner to their daily vendettas. I would think about the girl I shared most of my days with. I would think about the colours of the world, how the clouds created shadow, the water I swam in with a talent I began to understand I possessed. The girl would share her secrets with me, telling me the names of the boys her friends were dreaming for, and I young and curious, would listen to any word she would have to say. There was a bridge twenty metres from my house. Every morning when I was thirteen, I laid in my bed as my room filled with burning light, watching red numbers change with every minute's passing. I would think of the girl I used to share my weekends with. I would think about the sadness in the world, how it catches those of it's choosing, the water I swam in with a talent I wished not to possess. The girl used to share her lips with mine, before growing and venturing where a mother takes her children, and I, young and hurt, would soon forget the feelings we once felt. There was a bridge twenty metres from my house. One straining afternoon when I was sixteen, I stood past the railing as the sun showed signs of an afternoon glow, watching the land before me sink into the nothingness I felt. I didn't think of the girl I once shared my innocent longing for. I didn't think of the darkness this world had showered on me, how it took myself into its shadow, the water I no longer swam in, but let myself sink further and further into the nothing I possessed. The world I used to share my innocence with was faded, left with the decay that was once a longing hopefulness, and I, young and empty, would soon fall into the depth I belonged.
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StatsAuthorAnother Damaged AdolescentVictoria, AustraliaAboutIf im not another failure at the life of a successful adolescent, then I am a fish swimming under the seas surface with parasites in my eyes, waiting to be eaten by the bird that possess the gift that.. more..Writing |