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ASHES You have long gone home, my hero I need no more be bound to thee Reluctantly, I set you free To be scattered cross this land Your one time home But, no more my hero These ashes, gray Empty of spirit Heavy in memory Freed from my hand Finally shall lift, fly free To where your spirit soars What remains, is dust Dry cinder, all that I hold But it; can not hold me Lovingly, I set you free To release this angst Inside of me |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Dellena Rovito On Date: 2005-06-26 17:27:13
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.87500
Nancy,
Nice job......
Ashes, aptly named.
To be scattered [a]cross this land
I like:
But it; can not hold me
Lovingly, I set you free
To release this angst
Inside of me
No problems here.
It shows your grief, your anger, your peace.
Dellena