You burnt me, a wound of incomplete, <br />you remind me, a memory of indiscreet. <br />Deeply cut, all the way through my heart, <br />cold-blooded hands tearing me apart. <br />Mercilessly burnt, all the way to ashes, <br />move ahead steadily to the flashes... <br />My sore havoc is only yet to wreak, <br />and my days are yet to remain in bleak, <br />but my life seems to carry on, <br />with hope that despair shall be gone. <br />But shall despair feel my ominous envy? <br />Shall it be ungainly, to the hope of melancholy? <br />Oh I beg my soul, for you to leave, <br />Oh leave my lonliness spoken and grieve, <br />for you unhappy, unmerciful and unstill. <br />What great power lent you untill... <br />all my skin is burnt <br />all my feelings burnt <br />burnt, evermore, to ashes....<br /><br />Maya Hershey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/burnt-to-ashes/
