Like the Lot of So Many Burning Men

Like the Lot of So Many Burning Men

A Poem by Wesley Dingler

Like the lot of so many burning men,

Who have stood among the years before me,

I am a star farthest from the firmament,

Hoping that my Lord can still somehow adore me...


As only He can now say

Just how far this star can stray.

Possibly too far even to pretend

And after all the laughter stalls,

Rapture mauling these abstract walls,

The ceiling rattles and the rafters fall,

Then all manner of matters stall.


And here I stand, with all my lore,

No wiser a man than I was before;

My head in an ache, my eyes even sore;

An intimation with fate, as I stare at the floor;

An abyss at my feet, opening like a door;

But only blackness thereafter, the same as before.


Then, I can only stand amid the rubble

For so long without a magic wand,

Before I forget how to be subtle--

As I sit now a lonely vagabond.

© 2020 Wesley Dingler

Author's Note

Wesley Dingler
photo by cullan smith

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Brilliant write baby.....

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Wesley Dingler
Wesley Dingler


I was born in Central Alabama February 27, 1985. I'm a Piscean and love it. I began writing poetry and child stories at age nine. I began home schooling after the Sixth Grade, having a lot of troub.. more..