The Urn

Grief became the bitter centerpiece
that spliced twin lives together,
cackled as it smothered the desperate
embers roaring with passion
burning on from the ashes of trepidation
that gave way to the collapse
of hierarchy. 

Alas, life cannot be lived
like birds confined to a cage,
a slave to routine
dreaming of escape
while the entrance remained
wide open.

If only you’d see pass the shattered glass
and into a world that kept moving
you’d find that picking up the pieces
stirs the ashes of a past long gone,
stirs them into the billowing tornadoes
of terror that stood over us,
watching us like death.

Author's Note

My first trek out of a month-long hiatus plagued by writer's block . . .

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i like the metaphor here...the ashes of our relationship, all that is left after it has burned out...and yet we stay way too long, even after the flame has extinguished....sooner or later it extinguishes us.

[Tai Ryens]

Spot on, Jacob, thank you!

[Extant]

My condolences about your hiatus, but I'm glad you're back in a sense. The second stanza of this revealed to me a universal truth that many of us are guilty of. But the twin reference didn't reach me, I guess I'm taking that too literally? The first stanza is great, though, with the idea of cremation and incineration carried throughout. The third stanza is good as well, I understand that the urn has shattered and the person, maybe one of terror, has fallen from grace. But, again, the us is getting to me. My personal thoughts. A great write, Tai.

[Tai Ryens]

Glad to see you, old friend!
Twin was probably not the best choice in the matter, I intended for it to simply quantity and not a direct reference to any relationship. The rest is ace, Aphasia.
I thank you kindly for taking the time to read.

[Extant]

You too.
I understand that now, that you aren't the only one in the situation.
You're very welcome, it was my pleasure. *Smile*