poetry

Barefoot

Walking barefoot on the burnt ground

Where once lay love

Now lies barren land

Stray stones

And cinder.

A musk smell of the fire

that once burned.

My feet hurt now

Blend with the earth

As I leave footprints and then

Vandalise them in a haste.

Poetry has lost his essence

And life it’s purpose

Heart only pumps blood now.

What if Phoenix never rises from these ashes?

What if ashes are mere dust?

Our love an illusion?

What if you were never mine?

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