At the Bridge

At the bridge where I stood still,
beholded the eerie sight,
crossing the boundary of rubicon,
and defy its uncertain fright.

At the bridge where I looked up,
fortified the darkness cloud,
seeking those tears in heaven,
and feel its unraveled sadness.

At the bridge where I wept and cried,
blinded of a certain regret,
commemorating the days i've lived,
and tremble on its grave.

At the bridge where I died,
perished the undefined loneliness,
venerating the past that i've bled,
and recreate a new one.