Ashes
boxes full of memories
boxes stacked too far
boxes overflowing
holding the essence of who we are
boxes full of boxes
pain upon pain
set them all together
outside in the rain
memories of yesterdays
soaking-wet out in the sun
ink steaming through the mind
baked but never done
vapor rising endlessly
spirits of the past
ghosts haunting winds
blow chills of Everest
mountains of boxes
thrown upon the pyre
burning the memories
with everlasting fire
ashes upon ashes
ashes stacked too far
ashes in the breeze
whispers of who we are
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2009-06-19 at 04:47
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