At the bridge

Pain followed you to this parapet,

Invasive.
Sharp.
Spiteful.

it cut through to your core.

Down there, under this bridge, are inconsistent tides,

Of mellow and aggressive waters alike.

Their chaos, mirroring your mental extremes,

Of busy and deadly ideas,

your thoughts brought you here,  to this random inconvenience,

like those  rational in despair,

you are now mad,

may the waters gently receive your soul,

as you gradually descend into the liquid pit,

it will all make sense in the after life....
 

''find your God,

forgo the   gentle sleep below the bridge,

Go home, speak to your God''