The rope bridge.

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Crossing, or reluctantly moving perhaps. With little or no reason. With utterly disgruntled mood from lost faith and those useless familiar faces. You look up with some intent, with some self belief that what your eyes might see, maybe, just maybe shed some light to where this is leading to.
A rope bridge. The narrowest and precarious pathway. Where hope falls like a meteor, ignites with sudden flashes.
You cant help but chuckle, after that intended look up. Mist, shrouded clouds of a lost cause, desperation and fucking sighs. And you just have to wonder, about that justice that was said to be, but never heard of.
Justice, equality, court of law ?!
Heh. There's just a friggin pathway, which itself is dented with desperation and denial. And THEY talk about justice ?
You lower your knees for a bit, letting them feel the crooked boards. Some comfort ?
And, you try to look behind. Possibly the most disgraceful and an act of sheer dumbness !
Feeling the end level of you frustration you take the plunge.
Die.
Hah. Thought you'd turn your head.

Comments

  1. Sara. LApril 20, 2010 at 9:19 PM

    Never got back to replying to you. I really liked it but I wonder what sense its written in. Is it a vague concept?
    Sara Lone.

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  2. MaazApril 21, 2010 at 7:46 PM

    Yeah, mostly my writings are influenced by the people around me, so they can get a bit vague. But with this one I visualized the bridge to be life. a long difficult pathway. Justice, the justice of God. Sometimes, you just feel you're the only one being pushed. and I'm asking myself[ taking me as the depressed one], what justice is that when life gives no options, you just have to move on, and what can you look forward to ? The more intense difficulties ahead ? [ the mist ]
    But, its a way, the way designed by God. So, no looking back, no time to take a breather. Listen to the voices around you, or else you'd be force to take that short way out of it. [death]

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  3. Shaheryar HasanApril 23, 2010 at 3:24 PM

    I Like this one.

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