Burnt Piece

A piece in what's left of me,

Was found...

In the rubbage of the burnt memories

 

The flames burn the rest of me

As that one piece of me stays

And those who love me...

 

Keep that memory strong

Therefor: with their love by my side

I am immortal...

 

But as most of me burns

Tears fall down, when you try to awaken me

 

You cry because you fear that you lost me

The one piece left of me that will forever be immortal,

Is yours now, it makes me strong because that's the piece

 

That is filled with heart felt words

That never got to be said

 

As there is only less than half of me left

You cry harder

 

I just burn quicker

That's what I'll do

I will burn quickly

 

When you catch my ashes

Remember to hold that one piece of me,

Close to your heart.

 

Reviews

[Emunah June.]

Fire. It's such a menacing thing nowadays isn't it? It's so overused, yet it has unlocked potential, yes? Well, you've certainly started to creak open the potential. Aand using yourself as the burnt item...dead, but still alive...it's just mind blowing and an awesome read!

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the term "Burnt pieces". I like the story in your words. When we are but pieces of what we were. We need someone to save us. I like the ending. A very strong poem. Thank you.
Coyote