The Bridge

(dedicated to a great poet at poemhunter, Antonio Liao) the thundering rain falls into the pain do we need more love to strengthen this glove? the typhoon flood smash all the good do we need more care to measure this scar? crocodiles, sharks climb to the village to seek refugees how precious their age? lions, rhinoceros march to the town to search some foods when the sun goes down is there a distant gap between the hunted ones and the wilderness hunters? we can't find it in the map is there a crucial problem between the teacher and student? why there are so much urgency and lies inside our heart of gem? the darker days will come to us when sun no more rises all existences become ashes the sky turned as red as blood we stopped and leaned feeling unspeakably tired the personal anguish behind the agonized figure is reduced tongues of fire and crisis stretched nature was screaming in our blood the dangerous bridge we all shall in a hurry pass by can we do it with our edge fulled with angry, envy, and anxiety? (inspired by Edvard Munch's The Scream)