Reblog – The Bridge

The sky mocked him.
It smiled with red lips,
the way women smiled at men—
other men—in their finely tailored clothes

and laughed the way children laughed,
sharing in jokes
he never understood.
He belonged to a club of one.

Others saw an expansive horizon, an endless
open road,
but when he looked out from the bridge,
he saw the sky curving in on itself,
beckoning him with grey fingers
to fall into its cold center,

it was somehow inviting–
he wondered if he might find peace there.

For the ekphrastic prompt on dVerse. Paintings by artists who experienced mental illness. I chose the painting “Despair” by Edvard Munch above. This is not based on feelings I have ever had.

The Bridge

Being an empath this poem touched me deeply as so many are suffering from despair.
Be kind to yourself and others ❤