Under The Bridge

I woke up from sleeping under the bridge
Homeless and broken with no one around
Thoughts echoed from weird places
From emptiness

Walking around hungry and shaken
With family gone and almost forgotten faces
Of good times and bad
Images, delusions that I didn’t deserve
And stolen away

There was nothing for me to do
But to go and wait in line
For food at the next bridge
But today no one was there

For this Christmas day
My present was desolation, loneliness, loss
And a moldy sandwich

I was so close to ending it all
But something told me to hang on
Now the bridge seems like a memory
But what have I learned?