Poem #8
Cast a Glow
As the fire of us dies
The ashes fall on your eyes resembling
Snowflakes of past mistakes
My hurt
My sorrow
My misery
As the cinders slowly fade
Colors of white to red to black
The smoke of your memory stings
My eyes
My mind
My heart
As I am turned into smoldering embers
Burnt, scorched and forgotten
A new life begins from the remains
My purpose
My hope
My resolve
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