The fire burns
my thoughts
reducing me
to ash
a rush of air
sends cinders
wild as my mind
tends to be
these days
but here I sit
boots in dirt
head in hands
alone and forgotten
the single tear drop
making its way
down my cheek
carves the path
of debris
as I hope
for the same clarity
to reach my mind
and ease my eyes
the agony
is suffocating
I take a swig
swallowing the pain
for tonight, I relinquish
myself to the flames.
Jake St. John spends his nights in a cabin on the edge of the woods. He is the author of several collections of poetry including Night Full of Diamonds (Whiskey City Press, 2021), Snow Moon (Holy & Intoxicated Publications, 2019) and Lost City Highway (A Jabber Publication, 2019). His poems have appeared in print and online journals around the world.
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