After the blast
when the dust has settled
I sift through the remaining rubble
searching for a keepsake
a souvenir of the eloquent structure that
once stood as a comforting presence
soon turned sour
rotten at its core
though I could only see
the outside shine
I think I catch a glimpse of a small bright piece
in the debris
I reach to grasp this token of nostalgia
and watch it disintegrate into grey smoke
soot and ashes are all that remain
of the piece of my heart
that you stole
About the Creator
Sarah Lenn
Using writing as a way to capture snapshots of emotion on a screen whilst life happens. And life has thrown me some curve balls. Always striving to find a path through the chaos...
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