Beds Burning

Fire met gasoline too many times…
Lit match caught the sheets on fire,
Flames burning the sheets and broken headboard,
No longer messing my bed with me,
Without love…my room is scorched,
Fire travels across the bed to the walls,
Passion plays in the words of youth’s record,
I leave her to those pages,
She can burn on the pyre,
I shut the door behind me,
As beds burning…
I look behind me as the house is razed,
On unholy ground.

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