A Loss of Tears
Watching the fires flicker across an endless expanse of mid-night-fallen forest.
Ancient oaks and evergreens gnarled together,
Forming the illusion of the deepest mile of a tempest torn sea.
Bonfires create a patchwork façade.
Flickering,
Fading.
Like lives,
Lost loves,
The dreams of youth.
Each dot a communion for the suffering struggle of survival.
Over this short stretch of days I have watched each campfire die,
Heard the last survivors cry.
Why could not even one maintain?
The beautiful tapestry my eyes savored each night unraveled.
The artist shackled.
A loss of tears.
Numb with pain.
Watching every blaze snuffed-out the same.
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