Of Bridges and Wine

When you try to sever ties
You swiftly realize
That you can only burn so many bridges
Before you set yourself on fire
One too many sends you up in flames
Any more, you just might die.
Did you ever ask why?
Why burn them
When they're waiting to be crossed
Why destroy them
When the battle isn't lost
Why spend all your time
Breaking and not making history.
Find truth in the smallest detail
Redemption in the grand design
If you have to set a fire
Sit back, watch it shine.
Sit back in wonder
Don't spill your cheap, crappy wine-
It stains.
All that gets accomplished anymore
Is burning life to ashes
And filling the air with soot.
Your one-track mind remains oblivious
As fire burns and laps and scorches
Around the life you built.
So you light more torches?
You're missing the point-
This elaborate facade you place
In front of your face
Is meant to hide the burns.
Did you forget it's wooden, too?
Do you ever think about what you do?
You're going up in flames
In a city that you built
Stranded on a God-forsaken island
Just teeming with your guilt.
Your only chance of escape
Is sizzling as we speak
Have you given up yet?
I have.
Sit back and finish your glass
It may bloody well be the last
Thing you ever do
So stand atop your cracking bridge
Blazing torch held high
Are you drunk enough to jump?
But if you end up listening
And do what I tell you to
In the end it will be me
Burning yet another bridge for you.

Reviews

[Ralph Marston]

moments ago I was reading "of bridges and wine". I enjoyed reading each line, there seemed tobe a hidden message inside. keep up the good work. p.s I'm working on a story called "Blinked" and the way I type (ha ha) I should have it on line in a month or so. Ralph