But me

Life is in a mess,
Like gutter with wastes,
I feel so inadequate, so inadequate,
Self doubt and insecurities filling me up,
That’s when I see it blazing,
That bridge,
So big, so big,
But on fire,
The Bridge between my dreams and reality,
Extinguisher? Water?
No, nothing can put it off,
Hopelessness fueling it,
Fueling it continually,
No, no, no one can stop this fire,
No one but me, 
But me…….

This poem is in response to:

https://scvincent.com/2017/02/23/thursday-photo-prompt-bridge-writephoto/