Flare Anew Poem by Anitah Muwanguzi

Flare Anew



candles of light flare anew

the broken car won't start

warm blood oozes through bulging veins

the skin remains an ice cold clammy ashy grey

embraced with warm hugs and greetings

the ice box that is heart remains virgin

silver stars glisten on my eye lids, rushed to the fore

by the ocean in my head

the dying embers sing a mournful song

Flare Anew
Tuesday, November 24, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: hope
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