burn all
the books
I wrote
on a whim
and a prayer
I am nothing
more than
a blank sage
tired of being
human
tired of sitting
alone
with my thoughts
to the one
who hurt me
I say:
hold this poem
near an open flame
catch your soul on fire
burn all
the books
I wrote
on a whim
and a prayer
I am nothing
more than
a blank sage
tired of being
human
tired of sitting
alone
with my thoughts
to the one
who hurt me
I say:
hold this poem
near an open flame
catch your soul on fire