Me In The End

Violet ashes collide

with wind so stern.

Color in what burns

begs me to it learn.

Laying in waste fire

it deprives oxygen

from molecules life

freed replete of sin.

Heat my judgment I

see I lay to a waste

others’ feelings I try

slow my ego’s pace.

I must see past me a

beauty before gone;

sight lent me I see my

strength isn’t strong.

Fall away my flaws,

scattered by a wind,

feeds warm moments;

defines my cold end.


(Image:Pinterest/Animation:Jared Winchester/Content:Jared Winchester)

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