Ash

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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