Dark Poetry #4 |
Ashes |
Yoinn Senior Member
since 2007-08-16
Posts 649Michigan |
Ashes How the dregs of love gather at the bottom of our soul, a residue from the stench of neglect and the festered scars of abuse. Then when the flame has died, when the warmth is only wispy tendrils of smoke that elude our clutching grasp, they are all that is left. Ashes of dreams, ashes of love, grey,cold,dreadful ashes. Yoin |
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AAB Member
since 2008-04-10
Posts 99Canada |
I like it. Its one of those poems that I think can take on a difrent meaning for every one that reads it, it relates to dark times in anyones life... |
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Jaki H Member
since 2008-01-19
Posts 232NJ, USA |
ooh i like! and it does have kinda multiple meanings... |
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