ALL THAT I HATE
As I walk each day through fire,
The burning bridges in my wake;
I set aside the loneliness,
And take what I can take...
There's no more easy answers,
Many questions burn the page;
The despair of all my broken,
Leaves me wandering through this maze...
Another day, my mind it aches.
My soul now draped By the bitterest of cold,
The memories stay frozen;
With all my life's, many mistakes...
As I walk each day through fire,
The more bridges I take;
, As now I stay consumed,
By the loneliness that now gives me,
All that I hate...
Copyright © Terry Cunningham | Year Posted 2025
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