ashes
vague remembrance
memories
what are they
a handful of ashes
tossed in the air
slowly fading
into evening mist
…..
photograph courtesy M : http://myworldonmuteblog.wordpress.com
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muted thoughts
the madness we caress
purity in your tears
treasure in these ruins,
and the futility of those fears
is it worth it, is it worth the pain?
[pause]
enough of pain
darkness and blurred sight
come close, heed to my plight
I have burnt the blame
in a holy flame
lead me from the ashes
show me your light
fragmented lament
warm forehead
smeared ashes
tipping
on the edge of insanity
slow destruction
utter chaos
swirl
in beautiful symphony
flowering
from wounds
your words, your face
and unspeakable agony
between these lines
nothing
no nothing
but your legacy
forever inscribed
in red ink
…..
art by Michał Mozolewski
