Funeral Pyre
Slow burning funeral pyre
Whose flame burns with desire
Smoke clouds obscuring the sky high
Things I left as I was too shy
What remains for me in the end
Broken dreams not a friend
Resting, pleading hopes of romance
But at the time I didn’t learn the dance.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Copyright © Paul Warren | Year Posted 2018
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment