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.

[Enigma]

The last two lines stood out. A powerful ending, good enough to be a proverb, remembered and spoken again and again. Well penned.

[Raya Avans]

You're poems are always so crafted and beautiful! Every bit of them speaks to me, in this one one particular stanza jumped out...

'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."

This was defiantly something i related to, more so in the way that this is not what i want to feel, that I alone want to be responsible for burning my own bridges. You created such a strong emotion with what was really quite simple. Wonderful :)

raya

[Octob3r Star]

Your poetry is very interesting. Like the words from Robert Browning Hamilton.
I walked a mile with Pleasure,
She chattered all the way.
But left me none the wiser
For all she had to say.

I walked a mile with Sorrow
And ne’er a word said she,
But oh, the things I learned from her
When Sorrow walked with me.

Wonderfully written

[Aidz]

I drank the dirt and tasted your soul

[Layla J Omorose]

Death is a part of life and there are those of us who waste our time and forget the joys in life. This is a really powerful poem and well written. Good job

[WhiteWillow]

Living just to die is a sad way to live. My hope is that all lost souls who feel this way will live long enough to find that moment that turns things around, shines light upon them, and envelops them with hope, and love.

[light and ashes]

Very nice poem, when you live to die that is truely a miserable because it can take a very long time to die. However, even though sometimes its so freaking hard (believe me I know very well) life is a gift.