Frozen Smoldering Ashes
I think I just experienced first hand
Consciousness
Cradled in the bosom of epiphany
Inspiration expunged from my fathers naval wake up call
Calling all hands on deck make a break
My call to arms each day
Formative dream educed sleep filled eyes oh sound awake
Was our lesson this
So long as we power the will to awake
We have been gifted the opportunity this day again
The chance to make our wrongs right
I don’t believe tomorrow comes furnished with any guarantee
Maybe just maybe today be my end of days
The moment fate hath predetermined
Today to late yesterday spurned
Departing such sweet sorrow
Non the wiser
Lesson not learned
Humilities bridge burned
Reduced all but to a desolate bed of frozen smouldering ashes
The End
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