The Sea Of Failure

The rails of the bridge
 fused to my hands, as they froze
and I was looking down on the river.

Time, tide and grit
-all had failed to form the pearl
of the will to live
and find comfort in shelter.

There was nothing left to reflect on.

My emptiest self woke up,
the emptiest 'me'; who I was
before family thought me into being.

I would soon be gone but no loss,
like the many millions before me.