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Poetry

Each of my poems are their own entity, shaded in different hues and personalities. They are empathetic with many universal themes.

Ember

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by kirkpr19

by kirkpr19

I've seen the light of the ember,

since I can even remember.

Beautiful to see,

though its burning me.

Drifting in the air,

it is always there.

Spreading to the trees,

wreaking havoc in the breeze.

Rage with its grace,

dancing in a new place.

That heat and that glow,

suffering that's hard to know.

but it shows,

every place it goes.

Ashes on its path,

pain and its wrath.

Not many can discern,

where it will burn.

I am dreading,

where is heading.

Since I follow,

into the land of black snow.

In the stretching shadow.