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Sep 2015
I am an empty vessel*
You have taken all I had left
To give

Closed off and unsure
The gates had creaked open
Just a crack of darkness peering through

As a match was thrown in
Igniting everything in sight
Tearing down walls
Burning through dust
Bleeding with fire and ash
I escaped

I wish I could say unscathed
But now I bleed that fire and ash
I try to rebuild the walls that have crashed down onto me

Walking through the rubble
I look at my feet
There is the match
It’s small and almost insignificant
But it has done so much damage
Patty Nieberg
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Patty Nieberg
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