CharredA Poem by Jamie WilkinsonBurn, burn, burn.A fall night that lingers like smoke after a fire, The stinging dehydration eating away at your eyes, On the coldest day of November. And you told yourself through flickered breath That you were not the fire, but a match Lost to the corners of a frayed box. Wondering what had struck you to ignite On a day where frost bit at your fingertips And frozen leaves cracked under feet. A flame ablaze when darkness laughed, That fated friction came to pass And you held the world’s light condensed. With your skin charred to fine ash you ask Who could see the potential in crumbling bones When they can not stand to stand? © 2015 Jamie WilkinsonReviews
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2 Reviews Added on June 5, 2015 Last Updated on June 5, 2015 AuthorJamie WilkinsonMontreal, Quebec, CanadaAbout23 year old writer/poet from Montreal, Canada. more..Writing
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