Burnt Bridges With Many Shut Doors

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You're thinking too hard,

about where you need to be 

hardly ever where you want.

The places that are necessary 

are the places that you crave.

Your heart is no longer in your breast,

but rather in your head because you 

stirred the parts one n' one together.

Your body is like a sandwich, 

you have layers and you have ingredients.

But the pieces can be one and they can be many.

You may choose but there is no promise

because all that remains is a piano in the back

playing bad commentary of your life, voiceless.

You must not get louder but you can't get quieter

because all doors must shut. Broken or burnt,

the bridges have been built and they were

put together with purpose in mind, to hold you up

whenever you fail to stand and notice all your pain,

hence crumble beneath your feet in the end from

all the burden they have carried you never

forgave yourself for forgetting the others that

you have left behind in your empty stead.

The room echos with no acoustics because

you have neglected thing after thing,

person after person, never allowing them

to pry for fear you will feel the pain again.

So stop and think of where you are, the wait

of your own tears have swallowed you up whole,

and you have left one person waiting for your soul

to finish its built completion in the darkness of the world.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[CHRIS ANDES]

this is beautiful
thanks for the share :)

[Melody]

Thanks for the review. :) Glad you liked it so.

[CHRIS ANDES]

;)