|midnight thoughts|

Ashes

After the war's over,
a landscape of nothingness,
the sky a sea of despair
and ashes fall to the ground
from the heavens.

Walking away,
letting go.
The ashes
just like burnt snow.

The aftermath of my own fire,
is only my own fault
because the ghost of who
I used to be,
isn't afraid of salt.

So she stays and haunts as
I cry myself to sleep.
And no one tries to comfort me,
so I continue to weep.

Now all that's left is ashes,
ashes and who I used to be,
but I'm tired of being dead inside,
so I'm setting my ghost free.