by Gemma Moore
(Weston super Mare, England)
The days are long and hard,
She's all on her own.
Nobody cares how she feels,
This world has let her down.
She rises with the sun,
Working all the hours God sends.
She's tried all the quick fixes,
Her life is something they can't mend.
Her father died at New Year,
Struck down with a heart attack.
She can't stop the pain and tears,
Life full of colour suddenly turned black.
She's standing on the bridge now,
Eyes are tear stained and red.
Contemplating whether to jump down,
And sink to the bottom of the riverbed.
People are screaming and shouting,
Wanting her to step away from the edge.
In a world of her own she can't hear a thing,
As she stands on tiptoes on the ledge.
Now she's falling thoughts are flashing through her mind,
Free falling through the air it's too late to turn back.
She's pinning all her hopes on God maybe He'll be kind,
World so full of colour suddenly turned black.