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Pyre

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By Cole HinshawPublished 3 years ago Updated 3 years ago 1 min read
Pyre
Photo by Ricardo Gomez Angel on Unsplash

Lost to all, this vision, to blur

Loose all sense, as slowly I burn

Worthless a cause to those who pass by

Forging the path to the seekers eye

Watch as they take their turn.....

Through the pain, the flames, they will grow

Piece by piece, my sorrowful soul

Only my pyre will remain behind

A perfect gift from fates own design

Destiny takes its toll.....

Linger close, the agents of past

Demons grin, the fires they laugh

Torture and feign, the pain is no more

Ashes soon build, they swirl on the floor

My breath is gone at last.....

Here I remain, the fire gone

Soon the sight, will outshine the sound

Soon, my pyre, will reach out for me

To open up, and welcome with greed

My last testimony.....

Now the sun, awake once again

Shedding light, across my old friend

Not but a spark left over my grave

Dance in its flight, not long left to play

Silence begins the day.....

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About the Creator

Cole Hinshaw

To start with, my collection comes from a darker time in my past. But writing and creating has always been one of my greatest passions in life. So I truly hope to connect with the world and those of like minds and souls.

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