Up In Smoke
Once, there burned a fire deep within my heart
but that was long ago, before love was torn apart
Scribed were pages of sonnets, romance at its best
I shelved the albums by virtue of my own behest
because they caused me too much pain and sorrow,
and so, I thought, 'I'll get rid of them tomorrow.'
Ten years went by, but today they were torched
Memories, up in smoke, my poems were scorched
I couldn't bear to read them, or I would reminisce
Flames sputtered their cries with an incessant hiss
Sheafs penned when with love I was sorely smitten,
verses and lyrics for countless songs he had written
Gray clouds hovered; tainted air encircled my head
Edges of curling parchment were singed as ink bled
I watched them crinkle and smolder in the trash
The wind carried my words swirling in flurries of ash
I was renewed with pain as I breathed the smoke
It felt like my heart was mourning as thunder broke
There was a tightness in my chest and my throat
I was drowning in the rain, trying to stay afloat
Sparks fed my sadness as smoke drifted to the sky
Sobs escaped from my lips in an emotional outcry
The storm soaked the remainder of prose and verse
I turned and walked away with a groan and a curse
January 17, 2022
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Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2022
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