Embers of Time
In silence I lie in endless darkness,
all those memories now turned to embers.
Alone I tremble at my life’s starkness,
as my room becomes a torture chamber
Entangled in the cobwebs of my mind,
I slither like a snake in search of light.
My vision projector backwards I wind,
reminiscing the times when I had sight.
I hear the snaps and whips of that last flame,
as I strum the guitar I hear you sing,
again those cinders leap and my face maim
your shrill screams repeat and return the sting.
My wish for you to have a better life,
the disputes to and fro are now flashes.
I pray to lessen the heartaches and strife,
still the embers glow, not turned to ashes.
A freak accident when a bonfire on the beach
exploded and blinded a friend of mine at age 18.
Later discovered that a firework was the cause.
Written By: Ronald Zammit
Contest: Embers of Time
Sponsor: Gail Angel Doyle