Burns

 

Ember tongues

Breathing upon

Magnanimous webs

Inside a tattered heart

Pyre fumes

In the hollowed deep

Speak up

A forgotten name

The moonless night’s  shriek

Hunting for my soul

All Answers have burned

Questions are blinded

By the soot of lies

Days have died into

Night

I wonder

Who is Stealing dreams from sleep?

As I watch Quietude dance

In the wake of the screams

That died long ago

Within throaty confines

Only cancerous chortle

Is heard

As flames of memories plague

A tired heart.

 

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