False Friend

You coax me onto high beams
Over a bridge that ends in mist
Can you not see
The shaking of my feet?
I climb and fall
Catch myself on elbows and toes
Now, I can no longer
Even move.
Do not be the hand
That pushes me
Off the edge.

Author: redgladiola

Creative writer happily predisposed to flights of fancy. You can find my poetry and short prose at https://redgladiola.wordpress.com

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