stream of consciousness (kissing the ashes)

poems for my lost love

 The surreal

Premise

Of flesh and blood

Transmuted

Left me kissing only ashes

My anger compels me

To destroy

At times

My love

Compels me

To try to accept

And take comfort in ideas

They hold little value

When my mind

Feels like

Its about to explode

and decimate all love

all hope

all value

Can I be saved?

Can I find value

In a world

That kills

Those who seek

Beyond the walls

Erected to keep us in check

She would want me to fight

To live

To appreciate

everything

Life has given me

But fear

reminds me

what can be taken away

so easily

hammer your lessons home

to me

before its too late