Scattered Ashes

 Scattered Ashes

I want my poetry to

be scattered ashes among the dead

leaving their soul to strike

a note with the words being said

reach deep down into this

mighty universal

blackness

they call a black hole

force power into their hand

where no longer blood flow

lead them away from this land

filled with dirt and mud

shackled within their prison with no bars

teach value rid them of life's rotten scars

remind them they were dealt the raw hand of hate

negative consumed in pure fate

influence no where to run to fast

to reach heavens gate

written words to kill the pain

nourish their belief in thyself

once again

bring them back

give the world

another chance

peace shall be found

for it is a long time to be

left rotting underground.

Annie Mitchell

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