– 2. the ruins –

Floating in the ashes are

ghosts of what we used to be,

under charcoal skies, light

whistles of the wind.

Air and ember mashes while

wasted woods are what we see.

No tears we do cry; there’s

no need to pretend.

~

I, especially,

feel no sense of ruin

among the ruins a- round

me….

and if I did,

at least I lived

one kind of truth ful-

ly.

~

~

D.J. Whisenant

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