diogenespersonified's blog: "Richocets In The Brainpan"

Coals and Ash

Glowing coals

A momentary sweetness upon my lips

Inhale

The taste of clove

Burning leaves

Swirls within

The hollowness of my being

Once warm breath

Occupied this grotto

Gave heat and life

To cavern dark

Now again

It sits empty

As the fumes wind and curl

Around stalactites of pain

Stalagmites of self loathing

For mistakes made in the past

Wither

Burn

Ash falls away

.

.

Exhale

Remnants now peeling

Toxicity of feelings

Rendered and torn

Fly free upon the breeze

Mixing with dust

That falls away

From

An oral fixation

That now replaces

Lips that once brought pleasure

And lies in disguise

So

Cast away the remains

Until the need

Returns

To feel something in my depths

Return smoke again

To the cavern of my soul

As ghostly and ethereal

As

So called love

That was once breathed

Into such sacred space

When point in fact

It was a vacuum

Pulling out

What remains of love and hope

Were scattered in hidden corners

Of a heart many times crushed and broken

And light another

Stick of poison

A substitute for

All that I

Believed

Was real about you