Candlesticks and Ashes

poetry. poems, ingrid jennings, good poetry

CANDLESTICKS AND ASHES Wax just melted away upon my body, drop by drop, devouring my every spot. The seconds were hours of torment. The minutes, days of sadness and despair. My body sweats with thirst, my tongue drenched with dryness, my thoughts, no thoughts, just a long itching of pain scattered in the breeze. Candlesticks… [Continue Reading]

Midnights Cruelty

midnight

Midnights Cruelty Heavy lids, Watery eyes, A lite yawn flow in the air If only sleep could pierce  my thoughts But fear keeps sleep in a distance ream. So her I sit and ponder away Keeping dreams in midnight’s mist. The cruel ness of night, Laughing in the dark Making fun Of it’s vitems nightmares… [Continue Reading]