4: 00am Poem by William F Glennon

My heart has led me through the fire.
Burning the bridge was a painful fight.

I lost what I thought were friends.
All my dignity or pride gone.
What little conscience I have left.

This pain is too real. I don't have
anyone to blame. Fault is all the same.

The emotional immaturity that is Self-destructive.
I hear meaningless words. The fake desire is gone.
Now I stand alone. Picking up the pieces of my heart.