By: Cally2001~.


Today, I surrender to the dust,
this mass heap at my feet.
Fresh are the imprints that
taunt my soul as if
still being trampled upon.
You cradled my heart,
humbled my purpose,
turned my breath molten
with your wanting words.
You entered a chamber of my mind,
held its long forgotten occupants
in the palm of your hand until
it charred your fingers, then
burned your flesh to the bone.
Tomorrow, memories
will slip through my fingers
to fill the void where
comfort once rested and
dust was whole.
Orania Hamilton