Bridges Over Dried Up Rivers

He blew in calm as the north wind
His background dark as the unknown
Tried hard to make things different
But scarred minds never leave home
They build the things they run from
And simply share the distress and loss
So when they agonize of yesterday
Their thoughts do not have far to cross
Long days and a short attention span
He crossed bridges over dried up rivers
And at night when he was so all alone
He cursed coldness in fits of sad shivers
Until suddenly the light came to him
He could see clearly this world’s outline
Like burning toast and Sunday roast
Everything lives within its very own time




Poetry by Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-01-10 at 07:48

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