Friday, February 25, 2022

Smothered Conflagration


 She left while my life was smoldering

in shimmering decline, the fury vacated 

and honor breached, and the road crawls 

onwards, there's no culpability in retrieving 

an ember of hope, mooring of hope chained to

her memory, we marginalize the ruin, abandon all

victories, and escape from the fire within; you may 

find the value in nothingness is all you'll ever bargain 

with or own and far prosperous than tokens of silver

and gold, the lonely are always in search of cages, happy

the man who finds an early grave. 


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