The hearths glow has died as my memories faded.
I shook the ashes with the iron to no good.
The hell has gone as is able.
Fallen through the bars onto the stone.
Trickled through the fingers, scorching lightly.
Flesh it has destroyed in times before.
Warm my body sensed that I had fallen, deep down into sleep the icy snow.
Kindling the damp and stubborn branches.
Heaven fought the fire for my life.
I drifted through my thoughts, the glow blew brightly.
My heart filled with light and took my breath.
Starlight it had triumphed over darkness.
Time had left my body cold and still, yet a smile on my face which seemed to flicker.
I am still here,
don’t think there’s nothing left…..
YOU ARE READING
Happier a little sad.
PuisiThe book title poem, happier a little sad is a reflection of when find that if I am totally carefree, which isn't very often! That I do not get any inspiration for writing poetry. I wrote this poem that explains it. *********************************...
