Ash,
A beautiful sight,
A horrific one,
Floating around like snowflakes,
Remnants of death,
And destruction,
That's what I am,
Ash,
A simple word,
Yet so full,
Of feeling,
Despair,
Hope,
The toppling of things,
A new beginning,
Ash,
Grey,
The perfect in-between,
Tears,
Of sadness,
Of joy,
The falling of tyrants,
The rising of new hope,
And occasionally,
Love.
This poem is completely out of control. It's one of my earlier poems from a couple years ago.