Burn the embers

Burn the embers of my broken

soul on hot coal

beneath the devil’s spit.

Let me burn. 

I am without salvation, 

I yearn for deprivation. 

I yearn for Satan’s cave

Flaming pits and burning wings.  

Burn the embers of my 

Essence disperse them 

In winters winds in freezing 

Snows, burn the embers 

Of this broken soul. 
Karen Hayward © 2017

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