Water Under the Bridge

Water under the bridge.

Murky, polluted, a stained soul.

Can’t drain the creek anymore than you

Can change the weather.

Desolate twigs clutter the surface.

But it’s over, it’s God’s water now

To clean a dirty lake has no purpose

Just furnish a better one for tomorrow.

Forgive yourself for rummaging through dirt

Under a bridge acid water is not a myth

To be concealed from sunlight

And recall that’s why it feels so cold.

The crags stare back at you like ghosts

Your life choices make you blush

You’re grasping to let go but it’s hard

All water under the bridge they say.

You can’t stop thinking of the mud

The way it cleaved to your skin

Like a soul infected by sin

And all the maggots crawling dear God!

It’s water under the bridge,

Sure hope the road doesn’t sink

Because you don’t want to fall back in.

At least not like this.