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THERES NO GOING BACK, I'VE BURNT THE BRIDGE BLACK

Poetry By: inkstorm77
Poetry


Tags: Time, Escape, Goals, Town


A reposted real life poem about my youth and when i left my home town for good.


Submitted:Apr 3, 2012    Reads: 16    Comments: 2    Likes: 3   


Wheels spin hard as my foot hits the floor, this time's for good

and theres no going back, i'm sick of this town

so i'ts time to make tracks, sick of the people

and my back stabbing friends, sick of the cops

and their laws of pretend, sick of myself

and what i've become,

the one piece of purity in this town is my mum

i'll send for you maa, so don't worry ok

i won't let you rot in this town of decay

adrenalin fuelled my hearts pounding hard

as i make my way down the last hundred yards

there is no sorrow, or thoughts of regret

as i storm across towns bridge for the very last time

all i see now is the dotted white line

a feeling of escape washes over my soul, as this is the first

of my list of goals, i take a deep breath

and there's no looking back

cause all thats behind me is

a bridge that's Burnt Black.





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