poems

The Ash Grove

the ash grove, cinder falling from the sky
the night stretches around the trees
turning into blight
the petals scratching my skin
carnal flowers eating my heart
as the mud flows from my eyes
I don’t remember who I was

the ash grove, filled with the sorrow of thousands
the blight turns into fire
the supernova of feelings
as I search for the one
who I lost

the ash growth, beneath
deep into the crackled soil
the ashen birds sing around the monument
the roots reach my feet
the grey vines entangle me

I am the one who was lost
give me breath, call for the birds of the sun
let them sing me into freedom, with pearly voices lift me up
until I turn one with the end of the world
in the ash grove

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