Tuesday, September 01, 2015

Swimming

I'm swimming in the smoke of bridges I have burned,
Charred wood of faces drift away then return,
Memories of smoke unfurl on a twig...

I'm swimming in the smoke of bridges I have burned,
The arid air chokes out both the giver and the given,
Can't think clearly without a--

I'm swimming in the smoke of bridges I have burned,
Light-headed, faint-hearted, what just happened?
Why can't I brea---

I'm swimming in the smoke of bridges I have burned,
Grasping at unspoken ash from a past left dry, forgotten,
The dust is everywhere.

I'm swimming in the smoke of bridges I have burned,
There is no end.

I'm swimming in the smoke of bridges I have burned,
Charcoal stings spear eyes too dusted to turn,
Then a tear...

I'm swimming in the smoke of bridges I have burned,
So don't apologise,
I'm losing what I don't deserve.