Let it flow

Blackened by burning bridges I stand

In a field of charred flowers.


Ashes flowing from my eyes cover the ground

Lost in limbo, crushed by time

Tied to drifting pieces of my memory


Seeping through the cracks of my broken self

There are letters, there are words

In a puddle of emotion my feet are drenched

For that is the source of my poetry


Drink deep from the cup of feelings

And let it shine upon the paper

For in the fields of poetry

The scars of soul are healing better


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