The Turn Poem by Deborah Cromer

My mind took time and patience to finally clear
I can now breathe easy when you are so very near
I put you away into the thought of something past
Away and out to nothing all feelings are cast
Gone and over without a chance to ever return
The emotions left in dark silence, only to burn
Burning without conscience, instantly turning to dust
Dust and ashes of a long time thirst, quenched only by lust
Forever touched with a taste of solitary desire
Forgotten and freely given into the hunger of fire
The flames burn hot, powerful and ever so high
This would all be a blessing, if not for a lie