What is left
to fuel the fire
secrets kept
of my heart's desire
Embers burning
smoking coals
of what once filled
this empty soul
Bellows blowing
'cross fading red
My heart not knowing
if my soul is dead.
Emptied dreams
squelched and smothered
obscured glow
of what shoveled dirt's covered..
What can rekindle
and begin to refuel
dying and emptied
heated flames cooled
Looking for something
to offer for flame
Gently blown coo s
Hovering over with shame
Reaching for palms
some straw or a leaf
Can't leave! must console
this pitiful grief
Can't leave the embers
that once sparked something good
can't find the fuel
just burning wet wood
elrok
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