Little Totems

I watched as promise and youth rot away
Flames of desire stroked, till they gave away

Burnt bright and burnt short, like tinder fire
My love gave way to this ashen empire

Unfettered, the flesh of my flesh still taints
It’s the nature whence it came

Like things all, my will buckles away
Crushed under these callous days

My love, sweet love, gone astray
Turned sour, in a most unseemly way

What left is tarnished, broken off
The many pieces of a fractured whole

So I write little snippets, memoirs and more
Ethched on each piece that is now lost

If you find one, may it be a totem of sorts
A cruel reminder, a thing of past, nothing more

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