A poem for my day - 21/01/2002 in Opendiary Archive

I haven’t posted one in a while, and I found this one on my floor yesterday. I can’t remember when I wrote it, but I thought I’d share it with you all.

Split

Painful ambivilance, stoke on the tears
tie up the dreams, and fuel them with fears,
stake out your doubt, and pile up the fright
Smoke billows out on the cold frosty night.

Charcoal grey thoughts and tangerine flames,
Blacken and dulled like the smoke addled brain
the fears and the tears of my pyre bound dreams,
burned at the stake as the witch of all queens.

Tumbledown kindling, burnt black with dawns frost,
and flat formed desire; and innocence lost;
and dreams of the lonely; and all turned to stone.
The last of the truth, burned for being alone.