Burning BridgesA Poem by Nora Mandrus
It’s easier to burn a bridge than to build one.
It may not have been my magnum opus But I would like to think We were the most beautiful thing to ever exist. Created from whatever was laying In your mind on a Lazy Sunday afternoon Coupled with the sunlight Peaking from the curtains. That fire in your eyes Is the same one that I saw that Night. We don’t mean anything anymore. Dictionaries are none the wiser and The scholars go back to observing, Waiting for the next Hypothesis. Something that breaks boundaries. Walls… Walls made of stone. Cold. Unfeeling. I was tired of climbing. No one could see you in your castle. So I cut the rope And set our bridge on Fire. © 2013 Nora Mandrus |
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Added on June 27, 2013 Last Updated on June 27, 2013 Author
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