The streetlights overhead quietly hum a never ending tune,
While the puddles loudly splash as the rain pelts them prudently.
The thunder crashes loudly like pots and pans falling ferociously,
While the subtle lightning thiefishly splits up the shattered sky.
A man cloaked within a navy blue hoodie walks slowly down this broken road,
Dragging his feet calmly through every cascading puddle.
Drenched by the relentless downpour, he continues to walk trudgingly through the rain.
The lightning strikes the clouds again, lighting up this man's soaked face.
On the long road of this empty highway bridge,
No cars, No people,
Just him. He's completely
Alone...
Walking away from something that's brought streaming tears to his eyes,
He's in no hurry to run from it, to get as far away from this, anytime soon.
Slowly walking, kicking at each individual puddle, slamming his foot into every reflection,
Breaking each horrid image of his broken heart, every reflection of his pitiful face.
The cymbols of the gods clash together once more with the slam of his foot against a puddle,
The last time he'll ever look at his face like this again,
Never again.
He pivots on his feet and begins to run for the edge of the bridge,
Running at full force as a cheetah to its prey, he's going overboard..
No one on this road to stop him, no one can keep him from the edge,
It's just him and the torturous rain together for one last time.
He's almost to the edge now, tears streaming down his solomn face,
The thunder and lightning strike simultaneously, stirring up the clouds visciously.
He's gets ready for the final sprint, his thoughts completely scattered,
As he digs his foot deep, slipping upon the last forsaken puddle,
His left shoulder crashes violently into the side railing.
Loudly sobbing, his agony and pain can be heard in the cries,
Halfway standing he hesitates upon getting up, and just jumping..
Silently sobbing now, he just falls upon the cement concrete sidewalk,
Slowly throwing his heavy head upon his quivering knees..
The rain relentlessly pours down on him,
Tears streaming down his face,
The now silent streetlights dim upon his visage,
He sits resolved on the ground,
All is silent for a single second,
Nothing is heard but a silent whisper,
"He'll come for me... He'll come back for me..."
Bronze trophy winner
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lol; I'll stick to my former comment as of before. This is amazing, and definitely the best poem you've ever written. Just because it was written with so many pure emotions and your vocabulary was plain flat out astounding and it was all in all a brilliant piece of poetry.
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