Heart: so vulnerable to unsuspecting attack

For me, what burns ghostly is loves implosion

As the grand delusion comes tumbling down

By mere incentive words or self-serving actions

And all those meticulous arches of support, shatter

In a smoky palace on the sandy soil thought a mountain

As cold and bitter river- comes rushing over; sorrowfully

We lay as ruins to waste away inside our own silence

There on the bottom, staring up as if blind and froze

Beneath all that once was thought to be our own reality

Ember ashes of a fire silting in muddy memory cast…of us


Poet of the Light © 2019


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