Behold my soul of blackened coal
So flecked with fading sparks;
a shadow, lost in the ember’s fade
disguised, the fatal marks.
Bereft of any meaning, and
of any acted course;
no worldly fuel could ever hope
t’ incinerate remorse.
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Fränz Müller (
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Meaning encapsulated in coal becomes a diamond. Loved it a fave
This poem appears to depict its speaker as the remnant of a collapsed star: 'blackened coal' flickering with 'fading embers'; using its deliberate rhyme and meter to mimic a dying star’s slow pulse. By asserting that no earthly fuel can incinerate remorse, it casts guilt as an elemental force beyond extinguishment. Through stark geological and astronomical imagery, it offers a powerful meditation on the unyielding permanence of regret.
Wow felt this one! Good write.
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