Trigger Warning
It is what is left
of my mundane
life, burnt time,
and its ashes are
the memories of
my misted youth.
But I am not
saddened by this
for I burned the
days and months
and years to light
my way home….
It is what is left
of my mundane
life, burnt time,
and its ashes are
the memories of
my misted youth.
But I am not
saddened by this
for I burned the
days and months
and years to light
my way home….