Bridge

It hurts, it hurts so much that I cant do anything abut everything that just happened
It hurts, it freaking hurts that I look so innocent about it yet am the cause of so much wreckage
How I look so angelic with my words, yet my twisted truth makes me ill as I reminisce my sewage vocab down the drainage
I feel my soul ripping apart in the inside, it hurts so much that I cant hold it in but bleed it in words as a poet


Like holding on to a collapsing bridge, holding to both ends of it in the middle so as to prevent it from falling apart
I feel my tendons tearing apart from the strain, I scream to hold on though am loosing grip real fast
I really hate the fact that it came to this, when you let go and find yourself not holding to anything, its like death awaits your final cast
I look up to see what I lost in my fall, hoping for a miracle or amnesia to forget my past


I close my eyes for a little prayers during my fall, I pray my words reach both ends with clarity and understanding
I created the bridge in between, though it was shaky, I destroyed it and ended up in the middle of its ropes holding
This fall’s so painful, each end of the bridge turned sour on me, my little prayer is that my actions to be forgiven
I need that bridge to get to both ends, need that bridge to make my mistakes mend, how much I need those two ends my words cant comprehend


This aint no ordinary lyrical poem, the rhymes don’t matter if my message doesn’t get through to both ends
Living in the middle of a stormy bridge aint easy, I guess my emotions went on uproar and both ends suffered my selfish trends
My falls nothing to me, al be happy to die smiling if al be able to mend whats loose and straighten my bridge’s bends
I see the end of my fall, whisper their names, close my eyes n vision a better tomorrow, as I cant wait for this nightmare to end!!!