A Shadowless Flame

A Shadowless Flame short poem

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I stood there uttering “I see” in silent disdain-

lost in words and who’s to blame!

Farewell, my friend and musical bane-

why do you have to be a shadowless flame?

Like words from your beloved hurricane-

why does care feel like poison rain?

You’re hurt and surrender to pain-

dethrone melodies that were once so tisane!

First came seclusion unraveling a kame-

then followed a silence so procaine!

This Troubaritz’s only crime was to claim

that you reside in her heart’s forebrain!

Call me a stoic for being humane-

but don’t make me wonder who’s to blame!

So sorry to see you go rattlebrain-

when all I wanted was someone to inflame!

Oh how I wish I was more urbane-

but I am who I am just a kik nickname!

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