Embers Of The Hot, Burned Heart. Poem by Michael Gale

The transpired embers that burned
hot flashes and ashes below thy feet...
Brings unjust to me, thy own stinky defeat.

Stinky defeat concerned only unlearned
feet, thus burned...
Heart ached pain that emits only thyself, done spurned.

This inflamed enlarged heart ache, pains me most...
It turns me into a once burned, toasty host.

Left for dead upon my grave...
Hopeless in love and hate foremost this agony; s knave.

Makes me learned only dumb founded to Love's enclave...
Love's misdirected, angry knave.

Love's stupid and ignorant slave...
To pain.