Dead To Me Fear
A babbling brook I bridge
A foot on either side
Hovering over my reflection in the middle
My fishing rod cast aside
My hunger ever slowly subsiding
As breath and notice overcome me
I am as at 1 with what is placed before me
But here I simply can not remain
Truth be told I must return
To bridge's I have burnt beyond this forest
To reside between the concrete crack's
I fear so much to leave behind
A simple life though I could choose
I can barely walk a day in my own shoes
And escape my shadow
Nor climb a single step ladder
No, if anything this has taught me
The outside world is dead to me
The last living century
Under which contemporary troubled water falter
Creating the need to build a bridge to overcome me
Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2019
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