Viable destruction

I crossed the bridge to a viable destruction
I’m not sure that the birds here truly sing
pondering hard while I devoured my luncheon
they clutch as thoughts that itch and lose everything

and when I’m dead and gone
when my battleground of words has forever fallen silent
will I remain a lonely footnote of a recalled memory
just a passing thought of a man who loved without passion or hate

I choose to be terse with feelings
electing to be loud and brash under blankets of secrecy
when I’m dead and gone and you take the time to read my words
you’ll be aware of the viable destruction that claimed soft clemency

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