Rust Poem by Damian Spriggs

Our love is like a broken bridge
Decaying down without repair
Cracking wood grows stiff and cold
Though increasing amout of wear

What was once a perfect structure
In a simpler thriving form
When the decks were lived weith people
And a following to keep them warm

Perfectly painted framing
Taking years of pain and scorn
Every hole in that bitter bridge
Is a hole in my heart you've torn

Heavy winds, soon tear away
Any of the hope left here
A final tear had splashed below
Knowing now the end is near

Finally all strength had gone
As natures will held true
Tierd wood has crashed below
Showing all you've put me through

A picture of that broken bridge
becomes an upward growing trend
If so much good had come of you
Why must it feel so cold in the end