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After the bottle is empty

when everyone else has gone home

you think of the words you should have said and

who you should have said them to 

 

 

When the middle of the night

becomes the first hours of daylight

you realize it is too late to go back to sleep,

too early to go to work 

 

After three hours in a car get you

100 miles down the road but

not an inch closer to getting away 

from the memory of what was

 

When you burn at your fingers

what smolders in your head 

what nags at your shoulders are thoughts that 

never leave you be 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Thanks to Templeton  for the title/inspiration

 

You burn but the candle was never lit

You burn but your heart was never warm

You burn and you burn

but your words

are ice

 

You burn at the words

but the paper won't

You burn your fingers and you burn your soul

but you will

never

ever

never

ever

reignite the flame

 

The years pass like pebbles

and the stones gather momentum

trickling down the walls like blood pouring

from all your lies accumulating over time

as time is the only passage here

and once you ran from door

to door - corridor to

corridor

 

But you will

never

ever

never

ever

find your way back out

 

You burn but the candle was never lit

You burn but your heart was never warm

You burn and you burn

but your words

are ice

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