Bonfire of my heart
Turned ash and feeble embers,
Banked by bitter words.
Malice puffs float white,
Beautiful and awful both,
Polluting my soul.
Tattooed on my skin
These dirty cuts and bruises,
Tainted earth, am I.
Sullied by anger,
Oh, send purifying rain
To cleanse me of you.
Bonfire of my heart
Turned ash and feeble embers,
Banked by bitter words.
Malice puffs float white,
Beautiful and awful both,
Polluting my soul.
Tattooed on my skin
These dirty cuts and bruises,
Tainted earth, am I.
Sullied by anger,
Oh, send purifying rain
To cleanse me of you.
__________________________________
Written for the Quadru-haiku challenge.
Thank you so much for reading!
* * * * * *
If you enjoyed this, please take a look at some of my other entries.
About the Creator
King Edmond
King can usually be found reading a book, and that book will more likely than not be a psychological thriller. Writing a novel was always on her bucket list, and eventually, with Until I Met Her, it became a reality.
Keep reading
More stories from King Edmond and writers in Poets and other communities.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.