Writing With Weeping Words

Memories of guilt fall and spiral down To fill love's empty soul with its debris Tormented from sadness I know profound I've built a funeral pyre my mind will see Yesterday's desires I've folded in time To cast on the flames where memories die Lovers names burn in colored smoke and climb Dispersing above in an endless sky These burnt alms donated from my fool's gold Are now gray cold ash born from flames that weep Collected from tears and love that turned cold From time's burning fires of flames, I reap I've wept from my yesterdays that grew cold Now lost in ashes as I have grown old 10/5/17 contest End of Form series sponsor Broken Wings