Burned

Ashen vestiges,
the bridges I burned
hold no promises
from what I learned

There is no looking back,
there is nothing to see,
only forward
the direction will be

They may call to me,
but I turn a deaf ear,
nothing there for me
and I can’t hear

Stoic Poetry

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