Disturbed

I thought I had caught fire when I saw her
Burnt up in an instant, consumed by desire
A hollowed husk, cracked and desiccated

I had nothing to give her, nothing that she wanted
Ignited by the friction, of my pounding heart
Rendered like the fattened bull, rising to the ether

Wilted flowers lay down in the field, drained of color
Cast off by Persephone, just another poor creation
Brittle petals, like the dragon-fly’s wing, disintegrate

The cinders of love, reduced to ash and embers
Like any of us, dancing blindly with the fates
Deaf to the song of the spirit, dumb and disturbed

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