A hundred years of my life dedicated to the caring of homeless kids
One hair went white for every one
It took but one bad day to get rid of all my bids
A single child. A single match for fun
This one is not one of my memorables
It is forceful. Passionless
Now I stand above them. Perplexed and miserable
Accidents happen. They were only five to seven. Nothing but hopelessness
The clouds get darker. Heavier gets my heart as I remember
I can feel the tears beneath my soles. Extinguishing the remains
Now it is just an ember
Smoldering my ankles to a pair of burning chains
I grab the box in my hands and drop it down
It asked me for it. The clouds turned red as they concourse
The first burnt as a prank. The one that brought my heart to a breakdown
The chains wrap around us as we hug in a blissful, bittersweet remorse
It was over in an instant
The flick of a thumb, the weight of the world
Like a fire ant
We ignited as we both got furled
As my flame's love flashes
My final duty. My gospel
As we both burn to ashes...
I shall watch over you, my mourning angel
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Memory Fragments
FantasyWARNING: CONTAINS VERY EXPLICIT CONTENT. Sooner or later, we all crumble beneath our fears. It's up to us to recall what makes us human and stand strong against adversity. Memories, shattered and scattered throughout our lives, come to us one by one.
