William J. Jr. Atfield Poet Rhyme

Bridges Burning

Bridges burning

Hanging onto the fragile ridge
of your life, under a bridge.

Seeing this, cuts deep like a knife,
filling our hearts with such strife.

Our souls constantly in fear,
our eyes well up in tear.

Watching you fade away
makes us all want to pray

for inner strength,
a vision, at length,

to show you a future,
where you may mature

and leave behind
your world so unkind.

This world of drug abuse
a world that has no use

but to chase down a fix.
For some, to turn tricks.

All in all self-destruction.
No longer able to function

is all that will remain,
for you cannot refrain. 

For me, it seems,
dead are your dreams

 as you gather junk, to hoard,
sitting among it, being bored 

waiting for someone to steel it
 and then to have another fit

Over what you have lost.
This life, not worth the cost.

Light and hope on the horizon.
 I see your spirit free of the prison.

 B . J . “ A ” 2
July 21st 2016

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Yoshi Mato September 30, 2016 at 7:37 PM What a sad yet well written poem. To see someone that you care about lost in the world of drugs, I can't even imagine. I hope she will see the light on the horizon as you've described. xx William J. Jr. Atfield September 30, 2016 at 9:08 PM Thank you Yoshi Mato, for stopping by and for reading my stuff. Thank you for your concern “ What a sad ” and for your “ well written poem. ” praise . “ To see someone that you care about lost in the world of drugs, I can't even imagine ” and I hope Yoshi, that you never have to experience that !!!, with a child, a family member or a friend . Thank you for “. I hope she will see the light on the horizon as you've described. xx ” but after a number of attempts to get her on that path (( without success )) I do not see that happening in her immediate future, sad to say !!! B . J . “ A ” 2 Bill .

Mark Woods July 22, 2016 at 2:28 PM If this is a personal poem I really hope you get your daughter back. I've got daughters and I can only hope they don't get dragged into that insidious world of drugs. William J. Jr. Atfield July 31, 2016 at 5:05 PM I must apologize for not answering your question on comments, “ If this is a personal poem I really hope you get your daughter back.”. when you made them. Just got it to day. Unfortunately Mark, it is and I do hope that she follows through this time and gets back to being the lively human being she once was ??? “ I've got daughters and I can only hope they don't get dragged into that insidious world of drugs. ” as I do to Mark !!! Unfortunately !!!, good girls seem to fall for the bad boys and get sucked into their world and before you know it, they have given up or lost every positive thing about themselves. I can tell you stories that I have encountered over the years that confirm the above . Lots of luck with your Girls !!! B. J. “A” 2 (( Bill . ))