flat face

choked sentiment

over

it rings by right

a candle marks the sound it leaves

flame

spill

again over the wax and ash

look down as it goes

my hand trails ahead

I feel it dance on my eyes

down

swing the ax

we bring back the wounded

no

dead

a shouldered thud

lifts the spirit and hope

a cold breeze awakes

I feel it bristle my skin

upon

it hurts but briefly

a scar will forge itself in time

stark

white

your belly feels the burden

and the moment burns through

I wish along with you

I feel it cold on my face

Reviews

[mrbaxteria]

Sad and beautiful. Man, your words trickle down like burning honey, sweet and searing at the same time.