I came to the bridge with my mind knowing
where I was to go.

I hesitated before the bridge, a gust of destination
pushed from behind with a mighty flow.

My life had ups and downs, yet that didn’t
seem to matter here.

I looked across and could see the bridge was
old with time, which many fear.

I saw no animals, no birds, just a dead sensation of
emptiness, which was not what I expected to have felt.

It was that last hand, which was to show
the way. The cards had been dealt.

I took a step, the bridge shook with a fading
waver of my last hope.

I had no fear, just the realization that the
ending was my own. With this, I had to cope.

The steps came, one by one. I stood at
the middle, the bridge shook all the more.

I looked back; a mist had formed and covered
everything. I now was at the bridge’s core.

I looked down and could feel it without seeing it,
the heat was very close.

I took a step forward; I heard a crack, then the ringing
of bells. I woke up hanging on to the bed post.