Beyond The Bridge

Walking alone
A mile between 
school and home
You get to the bridge
everything below
Is moving as fast
As your thoughts
wondering if
You still have
the guts
Never looking up
just down
One last time
From the branch
Of the loneliest pine
Rain is coming
Says the crow
With the darkest clouds 
in tow
Only one certainty 
Remains
How your name
Will be chiseled 
somewhere
On a headstone