Road Closed

bridges collapse. in callous confessions. 

too often time decides who we are..

in a tumbling grin. 

in a jagged touch. 

the edge easily grabs us. and holds us over the abyss. 

roads lengthen. the distance yawns at our exhaustion. 

rooms shrink. until their walls become our skin. 

the math betrays. counting only what is lost. 

voices hum. curious intersections. where all our maps are useless. 

bridges burn. earnest protagonists with too many debts. 

time listens. a lazy antagonist. 

as our bridges disintegrate beneath our footsteps.