Thursday, January 15, 2015

Sitting by the Fireplace (Poem)

Was it all just a dream,
or a nightmare in disguise?
The pain... it feels so real,
as if I were wide awake.

Sitting by the fireplace,
staring blankly at the flames.
Losing myself in so many thoughts,
of what was, and may never be.

The warmth of the fire,
temporarily warming my body...
but it will never be hot enough
to warm my heart or soul.

My mind, exhausted with constant thought
never ceasing to stay silent for too long.
Unlike the flames that will simply burn out,
only to have to start all over again.

kj - 1/15/15

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