Would you like to critique my newest poem dear poetry affiliates?
learning that magic was not strong enough
to stave off separation of best friends by death,
I hold back a liitle of myself in each breath.
If I capitulate unto a greater love will it evolve,
or gather mists , fog the streetlights and dissolve?
I see people take it for granted and let it degrade
chasing illusions that make little dreamers fade.
So starry eyes glaze over, turning hard,
hearts tossed to the rubbish pile, scarred,
get picked up by poets, dreamers, and like souls.
We rekindle flames from barely burning coals.
I hope this fire warms your benumbed spirit;
for this was a call out for you all to hear it.
This was for all of you, you know:https://www.facebook.com/ForgedByFireACo...