Burnt
Scorched, alone, I stand ensconced, waiting for a sign,
watching moonlight’s flight at night, looking for what’s mine,
I’ll scour stars for paths to take, and slake my thirst for fun,
resentment stains my brain with pain, yet I am left with one,
more score to settle, burning blazes barricade my heart,
and sappiness’ cool caresses won’t succinctly start,
to put out fires from my misplaced ire at its source,
I’m stuck with burning bridges, at their ridge is my remorse.
Copyright © Ryan Speir | Year Posted 2012
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