Conflagration
I breathe and wish that
the air
wasn't filled with a
thousand ashen yesterdays
that float aimlessly
lost.
I taste their bitter end and
know they can never
be put together again - memories
ever so fragile, before they're blown
into
tomorrow's fires where
I feel their
helplessness...
I know, without reason,
that the flames,
will never die
because they are
perpetually fed by
what I fear...
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