24 Indulgences – IV

I built a bridge to bring you back,
But it was poor construction;
In consternation did you gaze
On possible destruction

And so, you turned away and ran.
I couldn’t call you flaky —
For though I had built you a bridge,
The whole thing was

Too shaky

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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