Sulfur’s Lament

Said the powder-keg spirit
To the match and her flame,
“What is life, but dust and ash in the wind?”

To which the duo replied,
“To stay warm for however long it takes to grow cold”


From the Author

To succumb to wrath is to feel empty. To be loved is to feel warm.

This is a poem about aftermaths.

Published by The Poetry of Ants

I've been writing poetry since I was little. These poems have always been my means of resolving the world as it is against the world as it should be. Writing has been my great catharsis. I hope that you and I may be able to share in that.

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