The fire’s gone And the coals have cooled Nothing left but ash Damn what time can do For you feel the cold dust Still in the empty air A breeze rushes in and Up rises a black smoke cloud Hiding the little boy in the corner Who still watches the fire Tending it Knowing it’s gone But not believing it so Longing to give it the spark To reglow its embers But the dust cloud halts him A barrier is built His window has closed But his desire forever remains A deep hole fills his heart For he feels love inside himself But love unfulfilled His mind wanders Searching for another way in Only to feel a new breeze rising And more smoke blowing And so he watches And waits...
Reason for writing:
Most of my poems are written out of frustration. My one true insecurity is in relationships. Because I am afraid to
instigate them, I spend time sadly dreaming of a chance to succeed. This one put everything into perspective for me, and my writing in motion.
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