The Red BookA Poem by Cognitive Facade
I burnt the never ending book,
Red flames of love carressed the skin An acrid smoke of memories filled the air Wretched grief poured from deep inside me Tore out the remaining few of my forlorn dreams The fire sucked them into a livid, frenzied blaze Litte things, previously held, vanished The glowing coals of pages warmed me right through Putrid smog replaced by the summer breeze Life, long neglected, has returned. As have I. © 2017 Cognitive Facade |
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Added on October 22, 2011 Last Updated on May 9, 2017 Author
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