Burning Bridges
Determining which bridges to burn
As I stand tall, after the tables have turned
Thoughts fall, and burn fires through the floor
Igniting loose ends to the ties that you tore
No more smiles to be forced, I abhor
Stares, as you watch me trip through wrong doors
Longing for answers to mistakes that were born
Sought through the battles, watching faults go to war
Casualties bore, buried without any mourn
Move forward, and see my flames grow warmer
And I step closer now, narrowing the border
Feel the fever, the fury, the scorching inferno
Harbor the horror, and realize, now your cornered
Left with the look in my eyes, as I combust the disorder.
Copyright © Debbie Dickinson | Year Posted 2014
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