Nov 22, 2017
Embers
Burn. Burn. Burn.
Set it ablaze.
Burn it into oblivion.
I don't want it.
Any of it.
The pain.
The suffering.
The regret.
Ignite it.
Incinerate it.
Dissolve it into ashes, which the wind does spread.
It shall be lost, but not forgotten.
It shall be forgiven, but the lesson will always be Remembered.
Let us be sent up in smoke, clouds forming overhead, droplets falling gently onto it. It shall be gone when the clouds have left.
It shall be gone When the clouds move on.
When the mist dissipatates, leaving the grass full of dew.
It shall be gone, in the morning.