Wooden planks, I surrender
To reach out the greater
Despite of the weakness
I must cross the faulty bridge.
Zooming my eyes to the distance
Whilst exhibited decorum
Chances are, I'll cross the gorge
By my wooden bridge.
There and there, stepping
Within the silent creak
For my excitement, I galloped
By the lone bridge.
For I must just pace
Though I fall flat to my face
With the wooden planks hit me and I remained unconscious
Whilst I took another look at the decorum above; and my dilapidated bridge.
JE LEEST
Telling My Own Thoughts; Short Poems ✔️
PoëzieBook 2 of the "Short Poems" series. - - - "Applaud like there's no tomorrow; live like there's no such thing as sorrow." - - - (NOTE: THE TITLES OF THE POEMS WERE ALL GOT INTENTIONALLY CAPITALIZED ON THE FIRST LETTER OF EACH WORD FOR AESTHETIC PURPO...
