Love Burnt Ashes
Sincere I forget, distrust I hurt
a grudge of distraction. Mere I
tend to resent, lust observe
must it happen. Insist despair
I exist, such blood nerves
in scratches. Dare I admit
I’m scared, in dust &
Love Burnt Ashes.
Copyright © Roger Byrd | Year Posted 2021
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