Life

Bridges burned,
Ties cut,
All by one's own hand.

Time wasted,
Backs turned,
Hourglass low on sand.

Youth gone,
Wisdom naught,
Shame a painful brand.

Hope spring,
Peace fall,
Ember of life be fanned.

This poem is about: 
Me

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