One Wrong Turn

I wrecked into a poem,
and found my broken life all around,
in words and word-play;
And in stillness of death,
There was just so much of it…
untouched trinkets,
centuries old, or so it felt,
Unnerving memories of yesterday;
The fluid filling up spaces,
with the translucence of tears;
Blackened with ash and smoke,
my world,
gone astray.

© soulreserve 2015

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