Who called you here? I put my foot in my mouth, I turned my back to their faces, So you could walk free. I offered you light, And you blinded me, With my own compassion. I have become at the mercy of the wind And we have not taken to each other. My mother says “A fire only leaves ashes” But really what have you left? Not a stick, so I can feel my way back into the world, Not a kind word that I can savor like a watch, Not even company to shadow my miserable days. I don’t know what is left for you to take that is mine. I will observe you like an eager fire, Singeing away at my heart with the wind, I will smell the char, Of my own death, Beside the blisters Expanding with my fresh rout I assure you. I will, Depart with more than just ashes, The wind can diffuse into its glorious coat. I will leave behind my throat, And the folded skins of a heart I will have no use for any longer.
yeah its interesting, it didnt grab my attention from the start as the person above said it did, but its interesting yea! certainly one of the better poems i've read on here lately.
