ashes, ashes we all fall down. by luci_black published on 2014-01-17T19:25:42Z I am envious of all this talk of burning; I am burnt out mere ashes begging the wind to blow me away, to blow me somewhere someone won’t poke through me with a stick to see if there is anything worthy of being salvaged in my remains. I wish I had more than a charcoal heart ever in wait of an ember to set me alight, to make me burn deep into the night. If I were more than ashes, would you leave me be or would you still be sifting through me with clean hands made filthy, rubbing me across your forehead as you search in desperation for something more to save? Will you, will you save me anyway when you see that there is nothing left in these remains: no mask - no jewels - no fear Will you still save me when you see that all I am is me? Genre poetry