When you are the broken bridge

 Crossing that long thin bridge
When you are on it
You hunger to focus on the other end
The details of the destination

You want to see the other side
Before this bridge buckles
Then collapses fifty feet below
Breaking a limb out there in the sun

You attempt to hobble back home
Giving up on your mission
Taking one look back at the wreck
You awkwardly pull yourself away

The guy cable is hooked up to you
Into your forearm up in your quirky shin
The mesh left it's mark across you
Like common poor taste tattoos

So you scream and scream
for someone to rebuild it
A metallic twang emerges from your vocals
But you are still attached to the broken mess