Building Bridges? Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Building bridges only to have them torn down by other people's uncaring attitudes, left alone, forgotten on pages of eternal history.
Stranded, always by oneself, afraid to venture forth any more.
Wrapping space tightly around the little life that's left, shutting out the laughter and joy of other people's lives.
Turning in upon a world of sorrow left alone to ponder why.
Sifting through old memories - never with a friend - staring across a bridge that will soon be burned to the ground, allowing no one else to follow into your own little world.
Building bridges don't exist here anymore.