Embers
I left the hateful arms that hold
I left them dead so long ago
They will never take my mind
They can’t make a fire out of the dust I hold inside
I broke the pain of loss
I let her die and then I sealed her off
I carry nothing to begin
No love or hope, no place to be because there’s nothing real within
It still negates me
All reality has died
There’s nothing true that I see
Because everything that was has turned into a lie
I turn the page and then
I go on to carry breath or just change myself instead
I need something to forgive
And when it’s done I’ll find the duality I’ve lived
There’s still nothing real within me
All the paint I used has gone
There’s only what I have seen
Experiences of death and dreams are the only things living on
I left the arms that held me
I let them leave so long ago
There’s no more fire within me
The embers die and everyone I loved now drifts into the snow
Copyright © Ian Petch | Year Posted 2007
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