Contained In Being
Like her, I thought
fear would disappear
when I wrote-
Scraps of life
sparked alight,
Bright red flight,
pretty prayer papers
heat lifted high
in secret night.
Knowing no doubt
they would deal living death
more frightful
than buried thoughts...
My mind thinks in poems
already burnt,
drifting ash- faced grey
mortal whisps-
brought down to earth.
Fear's urn awaits...
19/09/2017.
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