Kindle Me

I awaken,

To a waking nightmare.

 

Tripping transiently throughout my sleep.

 

Zombie of a heart,

Bombshell of a lover scorn.

 

May I seek safe passage,

Behind the back of my sin?

 

I know,

My undoing is at my own hand.

 

A melancholy of promises,

Kindle me.

 

Trailing behind like cinders,

Of a torched house of cards.

 

Melissa J. Daniels © 2011

 

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