Poems

Flames

All I have held is lost to fire

mere ashes burning upon the pyre

my fingers blaze in the glory of past

who can help drowning in an ocean so vast.

Free for some, the flight is fearless

we wake up, we say our life is a mess

awhile beneath realization our dark ghosts dance

all the while we stay trapped in a trance.

 

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