Burned Bridges

Burned Bridges

A Poem by Mek & the Infinite Madness

...It was on 
the streets of 96
when we started to live
the usual days with 
an unusual
life
The first fires were 
heavy and cold
but as time had promised
all faded
to a numb
We raced the sun to cheat 
tomorrow
but She
never came
The pursuit was futile but 
intoxicating enough for us 
to believe that chances would 
make the stars fall
so we could wish...
We had always thought
that we could reach 
home
before nightfall
but the chase
never brought us 
back...



Mek
Mar09

© 2013 Mek & the Infinite Madness


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Added on February 16, 2013
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