The Middle Bridge

In a world of extremes the bridges are lonely.

The western shore tells
A haunting talePoetry | The Middle Bridge | Teja on the Horizon | world of extremes | polarised world
Without the shadow of a doubt
Of ghosts upon the span, their wails
And whispers a massy cloud
Of opiate,
If you inhale
It leaves you but a shell.

The eastern shore have a story.
Trolls under the bridge are sly
and deceptive
Hidden in the ditch.
They commit gory offensives
Then lie
Back beneath the arch beyond reach
Leaving you to squabble and die.

Avoid the bridge, they say.
They pray, avert the bridge.

In a world polarised, the bridges
are empty.

– The Mediasphere

#conflict
#humanity

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