Ashes

May 17, 2012
By Anonymous

Look at me-
I’m nothing but shameful;
Nothing but shy.
I’m all alone.
Left to burn.
I roam the slumber of night
Spreading fire that engulfs everything.
-Everything that was once good by the fall of autumn rain.
Life was a great thing.
Once full of happiness and peace
Like the blossoming morning glory.
That was the past.
Now in the present and moving into the future,
Each burning thought,
Now immerses my soul in flames.
Nothing left of me but ashes,
Shifting through the wind.


The author's comments:
I wrote this in a time of darkness in my life....

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on Oct. 17 2012 at 4:23 pm
ChrisJ PLATINUM, Rochester, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"Man must evolve for all human conflict a method which rejects revenge, aggression and retaliation. The foundation of such a method is love.”
- Martin Luther King Jr.

Though you wrote this poem in a terrible mood, I actually crave the darkness in this piece! Please make sure that you read my poem 'Abused', it is in fact similar to this.


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