Suicide Bridge

My father praised me relentlessly
from my birth; he would often say
that it is I - of all his sons - would
bring him glory, and that it is I,
who would reign over his enemies.
He would speak greatly of me; from
dusk till dawn to anyone within an
earshot. Many were amazed by my
stature and prestige - as if I was
born into royalty.

But I pondered of my father on many
nights; I have never spoken to him much,
and always addressed him by a formal 'sir',
hesitating to look in his fierce eyes. I cannot
recall any arbitrary conversations or a genuine
laughter shared by a father and son - he never
took the time to learn what my interests are.

I watched my father stumble about drunk off
euphoria, as the horsemen of the chariot
of time signaled to his entourage and horse
that it was time to move on. My father in his
drunken state would ramble of his single most
greatest accomplishment - me, for I was a "sight
to marvel at, the epitome of human ingenuity
and persistence, his greatest legacy that would
remain immortal in the hearts of all men."

- but it was when I reached adulthood,
that I began to have nightmares of my
troubled past -

From that queer day in the midst of April
when I was born till this very moment - I
have safeguarded a secret that no one
knows about. I have never uttered a word
to a single soul - in my fear of my father,
as he would tremble in utter disgust and
disappointment. I must confess that I am
a grim reaper - for I witnessed silently in
shock, the desperate pleas of people to
provide them with a route of this cruel
forsaken world. I'm ashamed to say that
I willingly helped them with the faint
markings of a smile - as I plunged their
souls into an ocean of misery.

I would often chuckle at the
sight of the ocean being stained
with their blood - it was then I
knew that I am disturbed.

-----
I still remember the day when
my mother told me that I was
a bastard child - for I have many
men that claim me as their son.



Written for a club contest.
(A poem about the history of the Golden Gate Bridge

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