Bridges burning
Hanging
onto the fragile ridge
of
your life, under a bridge.
Seeing
this, cuts deep like a knife,
filling
our hearts with such strife.
Our
souls constantly in fear,
our
eyes well up in tear.
Watching
you fade away
makes
us all want to pray
for
inner strength,
a
vision, at length,
to
show you a future,
where
you may mature
and
leave behind
your
world so unkind.
This
world of drug abuse
a
world that has no use
but
to chase down a fix.
For
some, to turn tricks.
All
in all self-destruction.
No
longer able to function
is
all that will remain,
for
you cannot refrain.
For
me, it seems,
dead
are your dreams
as you gather junk, to hoard,
sitting
among it, being bored
waiting
for someone to steel it
and then to have another fit
over
what you have lost.
This
life, not worth the cost.
Light
and hope on the horizon.
I see your spirit free of the prison.
B. J . “
A ” 2
July
21st 2016
