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Burn Out to Fade Away

Ocherous flame dances the same

Flicker and untamed, gentle crackles, call a name

Myrrh scented candles illuminate the room

One last time always seems to soon

Auburn hair burned wildly here

Memories of a yesteryear 

When they all finally burn out

So too will my heart melt like the wax

And into the dark with no whereabouts 

To stop and relax 

© The Sad Owl

Categories: poetry Prose

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The Sad Owl

I'm just here. Until I'm not.

4 replies

  1. One last time always seems to soon, broken and bent and torn and bruised.
    One last time, to taste the timid wine and scratch that itch that just won’t leave until relieved.
    I felt you here and there and in between.
    Waiting in candle lit rooms, echoes of memories and pinky swears, soft music swimming through the glowing candle lit night.

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