Cinder

This is a poem morfe about myself, kinda a like a letter to myself. Also, it could be a decent poem, but I am not going to do anything with it besides posting it here. Yep, been going through some stuff.

I catch your tear

in my hand and

place it on the

hyacinth you plucked

for me a week ago.

I like cloudy days,

like this one, but I

smell cinder in your

long brown hair

and your house burnt

down all around you.

There is nothing to run

from and nowhere

to run to in this

faded country.

Reviews

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

A succint and moving write. Melancholic in tone but beautifully written. Thank you.
Light,
Siddartha

[Emily B]

It's perfect. Worthy.

[emz]

Very beautiful write...

I catch your tear in my,
and place it on the hyacinth
you plucked for me a week ago


I love these lines


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