Desolated Embers




There are several lights flickering


Dancing in the silent air across the room


I imagined myself consumed by them

feeling nothing

but that slight burn

the all around consumption


I imagined the pain and emptiness


I felt erased by the power

and possession of those flickering lights


I have not a lot of nerve that I wished I had


Instead I sit back and watch these flames

and my own sorrow ascend






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