Saturday, September 08, 2007

Uncrossed Bridges

This poem was written while I was searching for something but was to afraid to reach out and grab it because of the possible consequences. Whether or not I did the right thing in the end will possibly be forever up to debate, until time comes to an end, and all answers are revealed.
Uncrossed Bridges
By Robert Park
September 3, 2003, 2:00 AM
A long time ago
A bridge was constructed
So that people could cross a chasm, you see
Lasting for all eternity
It was a bond for peoples from different locales
It was strong
Durable
Unbreakable
But uncrossable.
Does that make any sense?
Why would one make a bridge
That one would not be able to cross?
You wonder
What was on the other side
That made the need to build so attractive
Tantalizing
Fascinating
Desirable.
Still when I look at this bridge
I wonder what's on the other side
What future lies there
What conclusion would be made there
Who knows the future
It's something unknown
Confusing
Unpredictable
Risky.
I want to cross the bridge and see
But it hurts to walk
It hurts just to look at it
The pain from the bright lights
And the darkness combined
Creates an illusion that penetrates
Disorients
Confuses
Saddens.
How do I find my way across
When there are barriers blocking the way
And an omen stands at the end of the journey
Telling me not to come
When it is that future and that side's treasure
That warns me not to go near
Close
Intimate
There.

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