Burning Man

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I burned a man in a wheelbarrow

at the bottom of my garden

as flames scorched and blackened

he smiled

he smiled the same as he did the day we met

he smiled the same as he did the day we first made love

yeah, he smiled just the same

no pain did cross his face

his likeness peeled and bubbled away

as ashes landed upon my skin

I could breathe again

Yeah, I lit the match

and I wont be looking back

bones turn to embers

and the dust covers memories past

Published by thelifeanddeathoflove

Doncaster born and new to the scene, poetry and creative writing is my thing! currently working on my first book, a collection of diary entries compiled to create a narrative about Love! Lets see how it goes.

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2 thoughts on “Burning Man”

    1. In all honesty, yes. I think it’s something writer’s all go through. I have found myself struggling to find words especially after losing my Mum last year. Sometimes to need to let creativity breathe for a moment and let it happen when it needs to.

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