strike the match
the flame floats quietly in the dark
dancing to its own beat
may the candle illuminate this hallway
of forgotten memories
the faces of ancestors lost to time
dust and cobwebs are now their
legacy
isn't it rich
how we abandon the people
who made us
for a brighter future
our ghosts may follow us
but when the fire blows out
the smoke spirals
into the night
the light goes out...
...but soon you'll just be
another
forgotten memory
too.
YOU ARE READING
jellyfish hearts
Poetrythese poems are all of my unfinished works from Wattpad, and then some. i hope you enjoy xo
