Poetry

Ground Zero

By 1st January 2006December 9th, 2019No Comments

I’ve crawled through the desolate wastelands of your soul
to reach ground zero.

Past blackened, charred reminders
of battles waged and lost.

I’ve breathed the acrid stench
of scorched flesh along the way.

I’ve choked on the ashes of your past
and cried myself to sleep.

I’ve scaled the insurmountable walls,
standing silent sentinel to the deep, dark chasms of your despair.

I’ve swum the raging torrents of your anger
and stood naked in the snows of your indifference.

To then bask in the warmth of your emotion
and gain strength,
once again,
from the flame of your love.

Marty Hirst

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