I woke up with the last two
lines in my head and built
the poem around it.

~L.~


Burning Bridge, My Final Goodbye.




I am tired of Life's up's and down's
Sick of my forehead, wearing these frowns
Extremes I go to all the time
moods swings, or have I lost my mind?

From annoyingly hyper and loud
to no longer being of self proud,
Thankful that I have good friends
for, my tether has some HUGE split ends

To those left behind please don't cry
No longer wanna be extremely low or high
so with a last breath sigh
A burning bridge, my final goodbye.

04/07/09.



Poetry by liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2009-07-04 at 15:27

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A very good poem Liz, we all get this tired, but we all find the strength put out that burning bridge, just in the nick of a new day sublime.

It is strange how these lines just come to us. I was watching an interview with Michael Jackson when he was merely 23...when she asked where his inspiration comes, he said from God! And it is true. The best lines always will do.

Smiling at you

Tai
2009-07-04