Deep dark ash

Soot-stained sleepers

Once proud timbers

Tasted the sweet acid kiss


True and straight

Fashioned with pain

Pounded through grit


Each splintered edge

Piercing my skin

Hedging my path


Monument of age

Vision of the past

Soot-stained sleepers

Deep dark ash

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Thank you for reading my poems. Please don't feel you have to comment. I enjoyed writing them, I hope you enjoyed reading them, Be blessed.

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