Doesn't poetry save lives?

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

We are all victims of ourselves ~

I found the heaps of ashes 
burning 
years after the fire.
I found the ashes 
finding new fires 
as each day came by. 
I found forests 
seeking fires 
to burn themselves down. 

Unprotected, unrepentant,
unheeding, unfeeling : 
construing suicide to be life.

We are all victims of ourselves. 

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