The Dying Embers

Posted: 19 Jan 2013 in Poetry
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All the choked up whispers that start to creep out,
Curling like thin wisps of black smoke
Wrought like the ghosts of dying embers
As fire’s burn out.
We fade in to the inky blackness.

Dazed and confused by the suffocating pressure,
Smoke inhalation causing chronic asthma.
Our souls gasp for air and push back.

Whilst impatience burns us all away
We are left stumbling through the ashes and gently glowing remains,
the remnants of our lives.

We are not dead but are we truly alive?.


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