Alone I sit in abeyant slumber

A wishful word seeps ominous breath

Under lines written yet never spoken

A messaged bottle sunk deep into darkness

A reflective glimmer to entice curious hands

Reach towards with bated wisdom

Take heed the muffled cries

A severed tongue speaks no warning

The shining light only grows more distant

Thrashing water quickly returns to still and calm

The perfect murder with hidden tracks

Another victim of the bridge

Awaits others yet to join.


Photo taken in City Bank, Cirencester.


Author: Daniel Gibbon

This site is dedicated to sharing experiences I have had, the good and the bad. I am an aspiring blogger, graphic designer, photographer and director with some interesting experiences to share. I have generated all content on this page from scratch through drawing, creative writing and photography. Stick around and enjoy the lucidity of life.

6 thoughts on “Bridge”

    1. Thank you! I am really getting into poetry, I am nowhere near as experienced as yourself but following as many aspiring poets as I am does help inspire me.


      1. I love the community here, I keep saying it but the people are so friendly! It is nothing like Youtube where the comments are filled with people degrading each other. On wordpress I have only been met with support and constructive criticism ^^ Meeting amazing people such as yourself makes every second worthwhile


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