Asleep? Awake? All dim vague shapes . .
I'm wandering lost across the bridge
bizarre, a last-chance-flight escape
from fate. The future waits, the edge -
of black abyss beside me gapes.
I feel the footsteps left behind
upon a sensed but unseen strand
but dare not turn, lest I might find
the glistening black of Lethe's sand
and lose my memory and my mind . . .
Phrases used 'across the bridge' 'footsteps left behind' 'the future waits'
By tony parsons
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