The Stranger

The Stranger

A Poem by Paul Bell

He was sat on the bridge when the stranger appeared
No words 
He lit a cigarette
Then spoke
Woman
I nodded
Mortal man
Destiny unplanned
Soul who waits
His tempered fate
Let me paint you a scene
Dead body, screams
Lots of tears
No sound, as they lower you into the ground
Two weeks down the line
Slight anger
You made her cry
Made her guilty, why
You were the dumb one, stupid guy
Now you’ve gone
She’s moving on
That's life
Though, there is another way
You could stay
Tough it out
Times change
Maybe she wasn’t the one
Who knows
Tonight you die
Or tomorrow you grow
Let me know
Then he was gone.

© 2017 Paul Bell


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"Tonight you die..Or tomerrow you grow"- " To be or not to be"...Paul, your evocative words "paint" the scene and bring us right into it-right to the bridge..."The Stranger"- a shadow, a fallen angel, a soul sent back to save others from suicide? A stark morality tale. Death is permanent. Love, very often, is not...so please come back from the edge, learn, grow and heed "The Stranger's" words. Remember to "let him know"...Great!

Posted 7 Years Ago


Paul Bell

7 Years Ago

Aren't relationships so stressful. What is this love thing all about. Should come with a health warn.. read more
Annette Pisano-Higley

7 Years Ago

I so agree! At least there should be a required class to take before attempting relationships.:)
The pain and anguish of a relationship gone south can bring anyone to the brink of suicide ... But, when on that brink 'tis time to think ... Do I really want to die, or do I simply want for things to be different ... There is no chance of changing a thing from the grave ... Lost someone to suicide so ... Good words here, Paul ...

Posted 7 Years Ago


Paul Bell

7 Years Ago

Yeah, who said love was easy. That's why alcohol was invented.
Death is obvious....we die today....we die everyday...but when do we live?

Posted 7 Years Ago


Paul Bell

7 Years Ago

Always time to love. It's all in your own hands.
Wonder what that Stranger looks like in real life. He feels all too familiar.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Paul Bell

7 Years Ago

Just hope she didn't dump him for him. lol.
We writing yet.

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