The Ash
Here I lie between
The locked door and opaque wall
Your photo between my finger and thumb
And your memories deep inside my heart.
Today would be the last day
For all my pain and grief
And a day to celebrate
For my freedom, now that I’d be free.
I picked up the matchbox in my hand
While the tears rolled down my cheeks
And the memories of past flashed themselves
Of those hours, and days, and weeks.
All the mixed feelings of pain and anger
Through my face, they dash
As I stroked the matchstick
And burned myself to ash…!!
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