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by Jason Wardell

I have gone to ground
and I will trace the cracked earth
along its weeping sores
and I will find the green places
still blossoming in hope
and I will want to nourish them

but nothing can live inside a fire
and I will learn that eventually.

07/09/2011

Author's Note: I never sold you; I excised you. You never fought; you surrendered.

Posted on 07/09/2011
Copyright © 2022 Jason Wardell

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Ava Blu on 07/09/11 at 03:15 PM

The invisible words hit me hard.

Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 07/09/11 at 11:12 PM

Stunning.

Posted by Ava Blu on 07/10/11 at 02:48 AM

I live inside a fire.

Posted by Samiah Haque on 07/11/11 at 07:37 PM

beautiful. (fires are strange things)

Posted by Nadia Gilbert Kent on 07/17/11 at 09:25 PM

Living in a crevasse shouldn't be so hard. It's the ditches you need to worry about. In other news, I wish this were longer. Feels like it's either a beginning or an ending.

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