Lost in the fire

 

I lost so much of myself

in the fire of forgotten stories,

in those raging flames

of yesterday's dreams.

 

The embers still burn,

Dull, but the remains

are just distant memories

drifting along on the pull

of the winds of change.

 

And if some

of those dreams

could kiss me

by the riverside

under the shade

of the trees, maybe I'd grow

some new leaves,

and find some new fruits

starting to break free.

 

For I lost so much

in the storm.

The angry heavens

tore through my sky.

Dripping molton

tears from my eyes

all over my heart,

until it formed a shell.

Poured away my hope

and left me to be picked apart

by the vultures of hell

that circled so high