by thereluctantpoet

By  Charles Robert Lindholm 

The Flames Of Hell
In My Life No Longer
Reach For The Sky
With Billowing Smoke
Blocking The Light
From The Sun 

The Hell Of The Past
Has Ended
Long Ago
But The Embers
Still Remain 

Aglow With
A Fire
That Won’t
Be Quenched 

In A Futile
But Never Ending
At Burning
From The Past 

That Burn
And Smolder
But Will Not
Be Consumed 

With A Smoke
That Rises
Like Incense
In My Soul

From Embers
That Remain 

Copyright © 2017 Charles Robert Lindholm – All Rights Reserved

Inspired by “EMBERS” by Sabrina on

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