Fifteen Minutes of Fame.A Poem by michelleThe most significant you'll ever be - standing on the bridge at junction 13 of the M53. Isolated in your desperate misery, available on the BBC I Player - traffic alerts, stopped it all you have police don't want you to hurt yourself or anybody else. The radios of the cars below drone on with your plight, your ultimate fight or flight moment commentated on by Radio One in terms of commuter ETA's and length of expected delays. You're worth nothing to them you see. You're just making them late for tea, or meeting number three of the day as you waste time away. Their to do lists melting in to the tarmac their sweat collecting in crevices cranking up the disdain for the stranger on the edge of that desperate ledge: 'Just hurry up and jump if you're gonna jump! My wife has got the right hump with me I'm late for my tea you're holding everybody up! The audacity of some people! Thinking we can wait to see if he'll leap or not, well! I've got news for you mate! We can't all be late because of your current mental state so hurry up and decide your fate before my Wife deadlocks the front door.' Aren't people f*****g great? You think whilst you contemplate how relief would wash warm over your worthless body as you let your heels slip from under your legs. Ended it all now. Dead. © 2017 michelleAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on January 8, 2017 Last Updated on January 8, 2017 Tags: suicide, traffic jam, dark humour, shocking, free verse Authormichellechester, cheshire, United KingdomAboutHi. I am a writer from the North of England who is here for all the help, feedback and advice she can possibly get! 2017 is the year that I vow to take myself more seriously as a writer and that st.. more..Writing
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