No box cake
No easy make
I rise from ruin
Break and bake
Stir my scars
Ignite the bars
Mix the nights
In shattered jars
Heat the ache
The old heartbreak
Pour it slow
For gods to take
No box cake
I hand create
A life rebuilt
From flame and fate
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Author:
Anthony Hanible (
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"mix the nights in shattered jars" a great line. The rhyme pattern and meter make this poem giving it shape and form to its meaning. Nicely done my friend.
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