Debris
you burned your bridge to light your path
not worrying about the aftermath
debris falls thickly all around
you knee deep on tilted ground
I guess you thought you could get by
the smoke and mirrors that you supplied
the sleight of hand another trick
you thought it was pretty slick
manipulations, I could see through
I played along to bolster you
but, however, I wasn't blind
knew I'd leave when I had time
the years have come and gone so quick
I don't miss what wouldn't fit
you gave up more than you could know
in your childish rush to go
Copyright © Jo Bien | Year Posted 2018
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