Charred
visions burn, candles lined along a wall
kneel down before one, and take in it all
warped waves blur sight, enhance right
smell the burning, singe of cloth, trails
open into a world beyond all compare.
ruins, a building burnt, fallen unto itself
around is all rubble, not but a few stand
lone souls to reach out, anchors land
in but a few breaths, lungs become sand
fire erupts before the eye, water gone
all of the souls look upon, a burning hole
there resides, the remains, a heart scarred
in the darkness, a character is marred
slipping into black, burning smell brings back.
Awaken upon a vision's tail, back into a room
filled with lit candles, and a scent of char
realizing this heart has a new scar.
1/31/22 – Andy McRae
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