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I sleep in ashes ashes from the bed of memory please, remember me as my ashes drift away I sleep in ashes built by magic matches guilt and regret of my past's patches I sleep in ashes fire forgotten all is broken, all is rotten cracks fill the glass and the glass is grateful for the glass is thrown away, purpose destroyed, it lives forever, however it shrivels and damages all in its way they sleep in ashes because of my mistakes I abused my power and put their lives at stake. Though they sleep in ashes, there is one thing they forget, their pain is cooked over the ashes, but they don't feel the fire yet. We all sleep in ashes and we're blinded by the heat numbed by the fear and rumors of the hope our ashes bring. I sleep in ashes I sleep in dread I live in a simulation, and I sleep in a buried bed. -GS ____________________________________ This is my first book of poetry.
A Letter to the Voiceless, Lifeless
