Bridges burn behind him.

some dark sounding jazz in the background inspired this piece

Bridges burn behind him.

Having drawn the

short straw, life;

knowing all too well

his use by date was coming up;

turning back was too late.

Cupid's arrow hangs flaccid

swaying to blues,

echoing of nevermore,

while love notes

resonate out of key....

Regrets rain

on looking down,

finding his thoughts

eating off the floor

not knowing

what his mind wants.

Bridges burn behind him

scratching on heaven's door.

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[Shy Joe]

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