Burnt and Blown Away

A poem of desperation

Burnt and Blown Away

 

If I dwell upon my sadness or the reasons for it

it grows like an ugly beast inside my heart

It’s fire consumes me.

 

Sears away bone and flesh until nothing remains

ashes and dust swirl all around where I used to be

blown away by hurricane force winds.

 

I make feeble attempts to gather the pieces

grasping with claws made of ash

my soul eludes me.

 

If only the thoughts would burn away too

but they remain to torment me

always.

 

Reviews

[Wasekera S Chiphazi Ban..]

Hi Piper, lovely poem .Loved the whole expression of it especially these lines "I make feeble attempts to gather the pieces
grasping with claws made of ash
my soul eludes me."...Great job

[jeannemarie coulter]

a powerful penning...the lines below really reached me

I make feeble attempts to gather the pieces

grasping with claws made of ash

my soul eludes me.

[TheDawn Marie]

Sad :(
But good.
My favorite line was: it grows like an ugly beast inside my heart