The poem is in an unedited and a completely messy state. It is free-form, but lacks many poetic elements. The punctuation is a mess. The rhythm, rhyme, and meter are non-existent. The poem has been revised several times and those will be added at a later date.
Humble pie so difficult to swallow,
When bridges are burned
Flames dance with the sky
Scorching what remained,
Evaporating the waters beneath.
Eventually flowing again,
Only a mild interruption,
But permanent separation.
Easy to cross, difficult to rebuild.
Afraid to go back and be reminded
why the hell the fire
was set in the first place.
Calls from the darkness,
Voices left behind, carried in the wind,
Whispering never-ending reminders of
Those still trapped on the other side,
With flames spreading,
Jumping canyons on the horizon.
Diving into water to swim
Against an angry current…
Reaching the other side,
Questioning why return?
When all cries for help
Were echoes of the mind.
Those gone, lost, buried, burned,
Forgotten by many.
To hear the voices of the lost
And forgotten,
The ones who walk alone in swampy darkness,
Rightfully believing the world’s out to get them.
Tread through, dear,
Shed tears, release fears.
Dove into fiery waters to find you.
Brought you a map
To find your way back
Across the currents of the river.
Save yourselves, but lead the way,
And don’t forget you must first
Eat a piece of humble pie.
Perfectly Human 