Burning BridgesA Poem by SeemsPoeticA metaphorical journey through life.W h o w o u l d h a v e t h o u g h t t h i s p a s t How long one mans' past would last To watch them burn away to no return The painful beauty of a clear conscious he would someday learn
The fire of the rising sun that set the pace for a new day had blazed away the pain as he gave a gaze across the open plains that were his opportunities in disarray
It's hard to say from where he stands... Where exactly in the distance his bullet lands Something he realized one night These thoughts made his nights seem so long His patience didn’t pay He took too long to take a shot His opportunity had fled It got away He tried to chase it but this opportunity wasn't so patient He wouldn't give up though He wouldn't face it He kept on searching He couldn't embrace it He suddenly lost the trail He doubled back Trying to retrace it But the dust had set in A storm was brewing The sun was setting The darkness was soon to set in He tried to get through the night It would be 3 years until he would see sunlight Somewhere down that line He had lost sight Lost his might All will to fight the darkness To live his life Just as he fell to the ground… He raised his head and gave one final gaze across the darkened plains…
In the distance were two white eyes staring back so bright His opportunity approached as the man made his way to his knees It was a fearsome lion but it invoked no fright It helped raise him to his feet It gave him hope The sun began rising It rose to its peak The lion with it’s golden mane guided him through the plains Through the desert Over each sandy slope Through the mountains Over each of the ragged stones Through the swamps Through the thickest of groves Passed the marshes Through the thickest of fogs It led him through the unknown It led him the whole way It had led him home He realized that lion once his opportunities Was now his dreams He would never again be alone It led him through life Who would have known Now in this mans' older age Now in this mans' present days... He gives a gaze in the mirror He sees a lion with a golden mane He smiled as it smiled back but something changed He finally asked who the lion was… I t s a i d t h e m a n's n a m e In the end it seems That man from such a darkened past Is now living his dreams L i v i n g h i s d r e a m s a t l a s t ____________________________________________________________ END © 2018 SeemsPoeticAuthor's Note
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Added on June 7, 2016Last Updated on November 29, 2018 Tags: Metaphorical, Journey, Life, Dreams, Struggle, Motivation, Aging, Scenery AuthorSeemsPoeticGreen Bay, WIAboutSelf taught artist. I write free verse and spoken word poetry. 20 years old. more..Writing
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