The Burnt Pictures

Here beside my feet, lay the ashes of what has been, through the flames and dispensable heat, the torrid cold of burnt memories, only a minute sooner could I have saved the day, but now in gloom the price I pay, every photo in every frame, many tears many I blame, first my mom who lit the match, then the leaders from the church, told to rid of all the past, then review from the start, now here I am a broken heart, having lost things i'm most attached.

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Interesting piece. Mother and church conspiring to make the protagonist change and leave the past behind but he/she is left devastated. Nice flow.

[Skal]

Thank you very much. A piece inspired by real events.