Ashes Of The Past

by Dawn M Williams

Sorrow grips the soul-
Clouds fill the sky
But no rain falls
For that would be release-
Release from this self-inflicted pain;
A prison of the mind.
No chains bind,
No fire burns
But all that remains are
The ashes of the past.


Posted on 03/21/2002
Copyright © 2020 Dawn M Williams

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