Thursday, May 21, 2015

the ashes that were once something

The remains of this happens to remain in front of me ;
you look down and the memories rush back knocking you into the terrible thing you 
happen to call my life; 
the life you once had is now in ashes and hurt and wounded 
people lay there;
what have I done I am  called the heartless? 
the ashes that were once lived lay there to remind you of what 
once was ; 
the people that lay I once called them my family;
they are the ashes that were spread for the whole world to 
see;
they are the ashes I once called something; 


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