Visions of hope

 

Visions of hope

seduce me,

then leave.

Reduced

to the quivering ghost

I've always

been destined to be

 

Lakes of fire.

I'm sentenced to be

burnt forever,

just history

sat atop a pyre

turned to toast.

Just a flicker of memory

like a candle wick.

No longer aflame

just a soft breath

of smoke

to show that I've been.

 

I'm shaking.

Lost love

like confetti thrown,

dust that's been blown

high above the crowds

to the heavens above

into the clouds.

I'm sown.

A vision of hope.

Floating,

finding a new home,

somewhere to land

and new places to roam.

 

 

 

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