The Destruction of Anger
By J. Mahlon Allred
As I turn to the darkening west
By J. Mahlon Allred
As I turn to the darkening west
His bridge softly sways in the wind
I quickly strike the match for the best
Not quite sure who has sinned
These flames consume our hateful past
Though neither sparing the good
The orange black and red destroy at last
That which I deemed it should
Embers rain on the stepping planks now charred
As the support ropes begin to split
The gap between us seems so far
And I realize it is too late to quit
With the fire exhausted, the remains blew
He hesitatingly turns away
With that we depart what we once knew
Within our hearts how deep the stave
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