Love was not a road to happy.
A mistake for sure, by me
The path showed what I could take.
If I could only see.
I am going to take the high road.
There’s a lesson here to learn.
I now know my own business.
Deep down those bridges burn.
On Love
Love was not a road to happy.
A mistake for sure, by me
The path showed what I could take.
If I could only see.
I am going to take the high road.
There’s a lesson here to learn.
I now know my own business.
Deep down those bridges burn.
Dennis Mantin 
This is a raw and reflective piece, filled with quiet resolve. The honesty in acknowledging mistakes and lessons learned gives the poem real emotional weight. I love how the imagery of roads and burning bridges captures both separation and self-clarity. It feels like a turning point—somber, but strong—where self-knowledge becomes the hard-won victory.
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