the broken bridge
Loneliness was widespread as a soft breeze whispered the chimes of time into their ears, as it moved along through history, leaving it's soft scent with the breeze to carry forever, pass it on to those ignorant souls that have lost their dignity, humanity and a value of their own a broken bridge is all that is left, between their world and a world that believed in them shattered are they , shattered is the whole existence yes its ignorance, a reason for comfort and satisfaction, The breeze will continue to carry forth the soft scent a never tiring attempt in the ages to come but I wonder when this world would cease to survive I wonder when the breeze would die, I wonder if till then I would exist...