Timothy Weiermann

Rookie (Friday, August 13th,1993 / Tucson, Arizona)

Cinders of a Lost Life

Nerves burnt to the point of no healing
The light slowly fades from dull black eyes
Nerves scorched to no feeling
Watch as all the surrounding life dies
Slowly raging as inner turmoil tears minds apart
Shredded thoughts slit from anchors weighted of thought

Scorched minds, cinders left of a personality
Living slightly, deathly, no longer lavishly
Deprived of its needed nourishment it withers
Withers unto smoke rises from the scattered ashes,
Scattered ashes of a once lively idea
The un-cried tears stinging those capable of them

Smoke slowly drifting until it mixes,
Mixes with a mess of blood and sluggish lives

No longer worthy of a host body we are stripped
Stripped of our humanity until only the bare,
The vulnerable flesh remains
No longer capable of ailments or pains
In tempest infernos little survives
The bare essence of a worthless life is denied,
Denied even a host in which to grieve

No grieving we are left to harden,
Harden until the remains of what we were erodes
It erodes and begins the cycle of the cinders of a lost life

Submitted: Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Edited: Thursday, August 21, 2008

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  • Rookie - 9 Points Linda Winchell (12/1/2008 5:53:00 PM)

    Now, correct me here Sir Timothy if I am wrong. But I read this as the end of life on earth and those who weep for it? Ten! ! ! Linda (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Greenwolfe 1962 (8/12/2008 10:02:00 PM)

    I read this slowly and carefully because I could tell from its structure that it was going to be hard to understand. It was. In fact, I couldn't, despite my best effort, make head nor tail of it. I'm sorry, but that means it gets a 6. I could
    have given it a 5, but the writing was very sincere and I just couldn't do that.

    GW62 (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Paul Tousignant (8/12/2008 10:06:00 AM)

    A powerful message and very good wording. Don't stop writing, you have a gift, so keep it up!

    And so we go,
    Paul (Report) Reply

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