The Ash

Here I lie between The locked door and opaque wall Your photo between my finger and thumb And your memories deep inside my heart. Today would be the last day For all my pain and grief And a day to celebrate For my freedom, now that I’d be free. I picked up the matchbox in my hand While the tears rolled down my cheeks And the memories of past flashed themselves Of those hours, and days, and weeks. All the mixed feelings of pain and anger Through my face, they dash As I stroked the matchstick And burned myself to ash…!!