Ashes Poem by Keith Westberg

Ashes



When frail thoughts collapse,
On ashes from a war,
Waged in your head,
The embers will burn,
Your eyes, your cries,
Go unheard,
For the screaming is all inside.

I'm thrown to the scavengers of this city,
When all I want to do is rise above,
I give in to their whims,
And as they devour me,
They set my cold heart free.

Thursday, March 19, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: ashes
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jackie Beaupre 15 June 2009

Beautiful job Keith, you've always had an amazing way with words. Miss you xo

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Keith Westberg

Keith Westberg

Sunninghill, Johannesburg
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