He found himself standing on a bridge

Not quite sure of just how he got here

Something on the map must have changed

Perchance, its markings weren’t so clear

Shadows falling, as the sun begins to set

The azure sky, was fading, much to his dismay

Perhaps, he took a wrong turn somewhere

Or maybe he was meant to find this way

Trying to soak in the last of the warmth

Taking a deep breath, from up there, high

Thinking, for once, he’s on top of the world

He threw the map, over the edge, and sighed

 

December Writing Prompt – Had the map really changed, or had he read it wrong to begin with? – Day 4/31

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