Lonely Old Bridge
A lonely old bridge stood outside an empty town.
What was once a bustling populace had no one around.
The bridge groaned and swung day and night.
As if calling out for the days of old.
When humans walked across to and fro.
The rare traveler now always turned away.
One look at this lonely bridge, humans went where they came.
Before you feel pity though, the travelers did the right thing.
Crossing a bridge made of zombies is not a wise feat.
Word Count: 85 words (including the title)
Thanks for stopping by. WEP challenges entrants to come with all kinds of stories and that's what I love. Hope you enjoyed my poem.
