Burned bridges

I wish I could say yes this time but I am sorry,

I can't...

It took years to build this bridge,

Scraping my hands at every plank,

Applying a nail when one became loose under our footsteps,

After many repairs,

It became unstable,

From all of the trampling of your ferocious stomps,

The splinters of such a craft,

Prick at my heal,

The blood oozing from the punctures,

I am sorry if I can no longer bear the pain,

I am sorry that I cannot fix something that is so damaged.

I must finally take a stand on feet that are forever bruised,

Limping as I drag the rest of my tools,

So I may build a structure that will be appreciated,

With a mallet that is obviously used. 

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