Embers of a Black Heart - Five Lines
I set alight a fire burning bright
It was a blaze of hope, of faith
Having no tinder, I thought I might
Burn my heart; and smoke billowed, wraith.
I whittled at the carbon fuel, chipping as its lathe.
Copyright © Matthew Wetter | Year Posted 2015
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