No candles left
All melted to puddles
Wax pools form at my feet
Solid and holding me there
No cones or sticks left
Piles of ashes
All that's left is smoke
So...much...smoke...
But not from the candles
Or the cones
Smoke seeps from my cracks
I start to choke
I have nothing else
Everything's gone
They say only words
Can hurt so much
Both the ones said
And those left unread
Leaving holes we can't patch
Bringing groups together, unmatched
I'm left standing
Hollow and empty
And smoking slowly
I've lost all tears
There's a wall left there
No use getting angry
No sense being sad
I keep telling myself
You will be ok
It's a lie, for now
I'm too burnt out to notice
Words sit in my mouth
Not the same as my mind
Carefully form each and every line
Form the truth in riddles
Those are safe enough to share
I'm...just...human
I remind myself
Latch to songs
Repeat thoroughly in my brain
Iron them in
Burn them into the walls of the shell
I smell of smoke
Leaking out through my eyes
Forming in my words
I would pay my respects
But I just can't accept this
Not yet
But I will
You're gone
And I miss you
Words left in the air
Can never be cleared
I loved you
Even when I wasn't there
And I cared
But I was bad at showing
Now it's snowing
And the reds and greens are fading
Stars changing to hearts
Colliding and breaking
And we'll be here
Waiting
There will be a day
When I can say I'm ok
And I'll mean it
Though the world feels
Like It's crashing down
Burning all around me
I will be ok
I have no choice
In a little bit of time
It won't hurt so bad
Little things to help me through my day
Music and lyrics
And little memories
I am burnt out
I smell of smoke
Seeping through cracks
Where pieces are still missing
I will keep searching
Putting myself back
I will be ok
I have no other options
I'll get through
Hope can not exist
Without pain first
Hope for tomorrow
To help ease my pain today
As I find all the pieces
And put them back in place
- Author: PaperFlowerFields ( Offline)
- Published: August 14th, 2023 12:20
- Comment from author about the poem: Following the line of poems written in grief
- Category: Sad
- Views: 8
Comments2
Although steeped in sorrow I see strength in here
As its burnt out theme I have to say Phoenix like
I admire when a writer can wear their heart on their sleeve like this
Can't beat real for me
This is as real as it gets
Some great word choices to describe the grief
Hard to enjoy your pain
Outstanding writing though
Thank you
I tend to choose writing and art as how I release my problems, so sometimes they come out in an orderly fashion and sometimes they don't
Smoke is the perfect metaphor. This had continuity that draws a reader in. There was no pretense or exaggeration, just raw words carefully placed and selective to build the important story. Nice write good read. Props
I appreciate it~! 🙂
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