Last Remains Poem by Christopher Cariad

Last Remains



Gasping for air,
underneath this billowing dark cloud of smoke.
Nails prying their way,
across the sawdust remains of home.
Mighty has the house of love fallen,
simple was the flame that made it burn.

Friday, April 4, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: dark
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