Literature
Embers
Aren’t you done with all those questions
Why and when and why again
Was it, was that really all you needed to know
In orer to keep going without going down
(Further)
Inhale, keep your breath
Exhale, feel all those questions
All those burning thoughts
Turn to ash in front of your lips
(Though people might only see your freezing breath)
Remnants of dead weight leaving your mouth
Aren’t they beautiful
Delicate embers, flittering ashes
And so insingnificant, you could
Almost fondly watch them disintegrate
