Douse the house in gasoline
Toss the match
Erupt the scene
All possessions
There is no need
Just burn it down
Just set me free
Bodies burning on the sheets
Photographs
Melt memories
The embered stories
The life unseen
The smokeless chimney
The cracking beams
Bloodied walls of black and blue
Painted over
Hidden truths
Steps of lies
The shackled shoes
Broken pieces
The bubbling glue
Never evers
Forever yours
You are theirs
The nevermores
Falling over
Undertow
Thickening ashes
The bones aglow
Collapsing wreckage
Buckling floors
Pile of rubble
The open door
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Author:
KTay (
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This poem flows with the meaning to me of the meaninglessness of possessions in comparison to relationships. A lovely write
Thank you!
Often we hang onto possessions that are of no good to us and weigh us down, sometimes we value them more than we do relationships, nicely expressed and written
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You are very welcome
Great poem! KTay. Sorry I have been so absent, my friend. Been a rough few weeks for me and my family. Yesterday we lost our 11 1/2 young puppy. I know we did her right, but it is always a hard decision to make. And the beauty, for me, in reading this poem is that it is speaking about cutting out the triviality and finding what is truly meaningful. Reminds me of the scene from The Crow with Brandon Lee, where his character, Eric Draven, is remembering how he used to look at the things his love (Shelly) used to find amusing as being trivial. But following his death he realized that NOTHING is trivial. Profound, as is this poem. A fave for me. 🌹👏
My condolences. I know how it is. Just put our last dog down at Christmas time and the first the previous Christmas. Hope you are doing well! And thank you for your words! Appreciate it. Have to rewatch the movie, has been way too long.
Yes. Such a good movie. You are welcome my friend. And thank you as well!
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