Burnt All My Bridges Poem by GORDON BUTCHERS

As I look back on all the things
That I did just on a whim,
I have left myself no bridges to cross
So I must either sink or swim.

I should have kept all the things that mattered
For now I am left here in the mire,
Looking for another bridge to cross
But now all my bridges are all on fire.

Losing all my options
And all the choices that I should have kept,
Just when I thought I had made it
I faltered at every step.

Keeping my head above the water
Swimming against the tide,
Wishing that I had your love
Just to get me to the other side.