::Melted Patterns::

::Melted Patterns::

A Poem by Jeanette

Fire burns
But do know this
Charred ashes
The wind they kiss



When all is lost
There's nothing left
You feel helpless
The hell of theft



When you think it's over
What's done is done
A weight on your shoulders
That weighs a ton



Is lifted as simply
As a pillow of air
Floating abroad
To everywhere



The substance has changed
No longer a solid
Though it is painful
Like wounds being salted



Nothing has ended
Or truly gone away
It's changed and moved
To a secret hideaway



In your mind
Are the memories left
Not tiny or small
Or even compressed



They are vivid and real
Permanantly marked
Within the creases
Remains that spark



Tangible? No..
But clear as a bell
Picture perfect
Inside they dwell

© 2012 Jeanette

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Added on August 29, 2012
Last Updated on August 29, 2012




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