The Burnt Out Kid Poem by Matthew Holloway

The Burnt Out Kid



The burnt out kid
the silent unspoken thoughts
the tired eyes, listless
the soul, well weathered
daily duties done
conversations held
and progress none
still, still and silent
a withering flame
flickers alone
the fuel be done
the night be long
tomorrow shall come
the burnt out kid
will burn again
ashes to the winds
and a finger raised
to all future days

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Matthew Holloway

Matthew Holloway

Cheshire, England
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