Ashed
The fire ceased to burn –
Doused with indifference
Drenched in disregard
I sifted through the fireplace
I lovingly built in your heart
Combed it for dying embers
I sifted through and through.
Hoping to find a flicker,
Hoping to blow upon it a whisper
And cover it with dried leaves and twigs.
Hoping the flame grows taller,
And burn my anguish and grief.
I sifted more and more.
There was nothing but ashes –
Ashes of guilt and regrets –
Ashes that the wind refuse to blow away.
Posted on June 21, 2018, in Poems, Poetry, Tula and tagged Poems, Poetry, Tula. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.
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