Burning bridges is
Playing with fire.
The stronger the bridge,
The harder they fall.
Choking on smoke,
Watching the bridges you built yourself,
Witnessing each break till they're broke
Broken, down each topple,
Another
Never a chance to blink.
Breathless, air stripped from you lungs,
Dignity down the toilet,
Half a dozen bridges
Burned.
Win some,
Lose some.
Either way your bridges are burning,
Ulcer, stomach churning.
How do you come up for air?
When there's no oxygen there!
And you sink in denial.
In the debris
Of what was all
A tragedy
In the making.