A S H E S

I stretch my arm out in a plea for help
Only to realize there’s no one to lend me one.
I fall and I rise up myself.
Out in the dark, looking for a match to burn.
I should’ve let the fire in me burn but instead,
I stayed petrified as I saw my dreams turn to ash.
Bygone, I’m looking for a way back as I tread,
With nothing but a false hope in my stash.
I plod in solitaire, espying a bliss within.
Confined in the shambles, testing my faith.
Learning to let go, I smirk off a grin.
A grin everytime I fall for a wraith.
I’ve forgotten the essence of freedom.
I stay numb at my soul.
I let my demons consume me as they come.
Ruptured in pieces, I’ll never be whole.
I stretch my arm out in a plea for help,
Only to realize there’s no one to lend me one.
I fall for the last time as I dwell
About my lost essence of freedom.
I soothe my mind and give in to fate.
Shattered hopes and destroyed dreams, my life flashes.
The spurs I needed were in my own crate.
I will rise again, like a Phoenix from its ashes.


© An Unknown Wanderer

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