Musings of the Insane

Burning bridges

I look around me,
Seeing the ashes and smoke
Climbing lazily to the sky,
Spelling out pain and lost hope.
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What was I thinking?
Why would I do this?
Now there is no fixing it.
I burned all of my bridges.
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My family, my friends,
Anybody I ever cared about,
I thought they were weaknesses,
So I cut them off.
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Now I realize I was wrong.
THIS is my weakness.
The inability to see past the pain,
To think about the consequences.
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Now I'm left on an island,
Alone and broken.
No way to repair the bridges,
No way to spot me through the smoke.
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There is nothing left to do except
sit here and count my blessings.
Even though I'm alone,
I can at least say they're now safe.
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They'll never have to see the depth
Of the darkness I let control me.
The side of myself I gave into
In a moment of weakness and pain.
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I doubt they would recognize me now,
I've changed so much.
I let tears roll down my face
As I stare at the bridges I burned.