Afraid of the Dark

flame

Ashes are all that remain of the flame.
Flames of passion, once a fuel, pushing forth, pushing onwards. 
Ashes are scattered, broken dreams are scattered, mind is scattered.
Fractured reflections glare forth, fractures of confidence, fractures of purpose, fractures mended once before.
Darkness beckons, coaxing, begging, pleading, yelling, demanding.
The absence of flame, the inevitable, the fall. 

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2 thoughts on “Afraid of the Dark

    • crazykatya November 15, 2016 / 12:41 pm

      Thank you! It is so thoughtful of you to comment.

      Liked by 1 person

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