He burnt

Yes he burnt…

He burnt from all of those years...

He burnt from all of those unprinted pages...

He burnt from all of those words said...

He burnt from all of those dreams dreamt…

He burnt from all of those touches…

He burnt from all of those memories..

He burnt from all of those time wasted...

He burnt from all of those untyped words...

From all of those unheard stories...

All of those unanswered calls...

All of those unanswered prayers...

All of those unhealed wounds...

All of those nights of desperation...

All of those days of separation...

All of those tears of sorrow...

And from all of those promises…

He burnt…from all of those things…

From every bit of all of those of things…

But only he burnt…

Who cares?

People burn all the time…

Reviews

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

One of my favorite quotes is from Leonard Cohen: "Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash." People burn all of the time, true; but thankfully, there are poets like you who scatter those ashes for all the world to discern.

[Chandradhish Ghosh]

Thank you Linda....i welcome you to read my other poems...you will enjoy them more than this one... :)