Ash..

My regret has turned
me into ash,
my body now a
pile on the ground.
My soul dangles
in the trees, waiting
for that second
chance that won't
come.
My voice was burned
with my body.
Now no one can
hear my screaming,
my fear, my tears.
Each piece of my
heart whimpers from
underneath the ash,
but I am the only
one who hears.

The world moving on
without me. People
walk on top of my ashes,
forcing them to become
one with the earth,
as my soul watches for
all eternity.





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Tiffanie_marie This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Sept. 4, 2011 at 3:55 pm
you are such an amazing poet!!
 
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