burning bridges

05/2012

How I revel in the darkness

that has consumed and is

destroying me. The sound

of dirt hitting my closed

casket is like unto a

long awaited concert.

Thud Thud Thud

When you live to die,

time is such a nasty thing.

Dragging by as the sun

burns lines in my skin.

Day after day after dreaded

day. I never wanted this life.

Take it back. Put it into 

someone who actually 

might give a damn. Someone 

who may take it and use it on

a better purpose for I have

burned all my bridges.

I have laid in waste for so

long that the buzzards 

circle overhead while I

bleed out steadily yet slowly. 

Understand that the brave die 

and walk the same.

Author's Note

Reviews

[Jazique]

Sweetness= that totally rocked.I knew I would read a great thing from you. Anyways I loved the flow with this as everything came pouring out I could not stop reading. I really favored the ending "understand the brave die and walk the same." Everywhere we go we cross a bridge leading us to another but, eventually it feels all the bridges are gone and closed.Lleaving us alone with death shadowing us behind. Well done.

[Rene Velez]

interesting somber thoughts, though I think we need you and your poetry here, I'm sure you have a lot left to say Joshua.

[rivers]

Having read this the day it was published, I have been back several times and each time I find myself at a loss of words...Perhaps it feels too close to feelings I once had. You are a fine writer Joshua, you are clearly able to express your darkest emotions as well as a diversity of other emotional creative expressions. I find myself captivated by the contrasts of emotions in your writing...

[Draven]

Well said. Powerful and strongly spoken.

[Shep]

no better words could be spoken. We live only to die. Android to die so we might live. Great poem. Nicely done.

[roarke]

not exactly a hallmark moment... vivid images, charred spires of a burnt bridge or stakes of a pyre?

[MOON]

Deep and dark.When you live to die,
time is such a nasty thing.
Poignant.

[Lily Mae]

My dad would walk around and say "dead man walking"... this is sort of the feeling I get with this.. Some days I look in the mirror and wonder..why...and what the hell..where is it all taking me.. But I trust the journey has a higher purpose then I could ever know.. Sorry rambling.. excellent write..xo

[Kenneth The Poet]

This is a depressed man's anthem, one that suffers a deep depression. The kind that can paralyze one into death and darkness. A stellar piece.

How do I love the line: " I have burned all my bridges " as I know really what you are talking about, not even were we spoke honestly about, but it reach so much deeper... it's a wonderful spiritual path, you just overwon. And I feel related to this poem, as my city bridge in Arnhem litteraly was bombed and burned by the Germans.

So, Hats off in all ways a very keen write!

xo E.L.

[Coyote Poetry]

A very interesting poem. I like the emotion and the desire of having little to hope for and want. Easy to find this place. Sometime we need to learn our lessons and try again. Death is the end. A outstanding poem.
Coyote