Poem - 25 September 2016, 07:26

Ghosts? in the silver chair

It's one minute past midnight

In this fire

I am dying

Risking it all

Pulling you free

I am on fire

You are too

You are and

I am helpless

Helpless

We are

Flamin?

Burnin?

Dyin?

:

:

:

:

I wanted it all for you

But it was not to be

You were dying there;

I was too ...

We the ghosts in the silver chair

?❤️?

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Tags:

Absence Ashes

Poetry Genre:

Tragedy Tragicomedy

Topic:

Paranormal

4 comments

Comments

ℙ𝕆𝔼𝕋𝔼𝕊𝕊𝔻𝔸ℝ𝕂𝕃𝕐25 September 2016, 11:11

that is well thought out and the imagery is amazing...A+++++

Jai Masters25 September 2016, 13:54

Thank you Poetess;

theres a reason for this poem

why I cannot say

but maybe a dark reason

you are gracefully tuning in

and I am thankful.

Luv Jai:)

Devon La Porte27 September 2016, 18:09

Very interesting write Jai, and cool formatting. Your writes never fall short of provoking the curiousity, and I am curious to the inspiration to this. Hope all is well brother. Peace!

Jai Masters28 September 2016, 03:45

All well Devon I am

flat out at work!

Thank u for your good thoughts

and I hope you are well.

LuV Jai:)