We walked in like stoics
Came out burnt and realized it was nothing heroic
We sailed through the fire with pens
Our ashes we kept in these urns
So that these things we write will survive the tragedies that wait
At the other side for their precious bait
We prayed like believers
And wrote all these things that pull levers
To ecstasy then to gloom
To love and a long lost groom
So that these words will hold on fast when alive
And tickle you in death at half past five
We called it a collection
Something that made us feel a sweet affection
For words and letters and songs that seem to cheer us
They pulled us into happiness like a joy bus
So that this piece will be the summary of it all
The last note to all my faithful dolls
We hugged the debris after the fire
Because though we were bruised we stood
And run forth and pushed on
Until the sun clung to the east and calmed us
This is the debris, a collection of heart felt emotions.
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Debris:A Collection Of Poems
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