Scorched Earth
In shadows do lurk the memories as around
the fire emits the spark into the night's sky.
As peace is in the power of understanding.
We each breathe our own truths.
Share moments until we share memories with
pain.
Embrace those you hate, as easily as those
you may love.
Enemies exist in battle never this plain
of existence.
Hatred is a difficult fire to maintain and
so is the burden of guilt.
Free yourself from these chains.
And live rather than exist.
Time is an ocean vast beyond our
comprehension.
We are the living books, our minds pages
many.
Written in blood forged within the fire.
Blood spells and black magic.
The lies are many for imagination is at its
best, when allowed to run free.
A thirst for what is never ours shall
never be quenched.
Wolves of that old path walk carelessly.
Broken dreams, shattered spine.
It's all a vision on the verge of a
nightmare.
Bask in its moments before it's truly too
late.
John Patrick Robbins, Is the editor in chief of the Rye Whiskey Review his work has been published here at Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Piker Press, Fearless Poetry Zine, San Antonio Review, Fixator Press, Punk Noir Magazine , Horror Sleaze Trash and The Dope Fiend Daily.
His
work is always unfiltered.
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