Stale

He tried the bellow

Channelled his energy from within

To express his deepest affection and regrets

To atone for his misdirections and poor judgement

To breathe life again into what seemed unstoppably raging at a time

But the extinguished funeral pyre had no glow in it anymore

The lustre was gone, the splendour dead

And there was hardly a pulse to fall back on

It pains. Crushes him from within

Like the feeling of impalement

Gut churning. Brain-nailing

What’s dead is dead!

Stale ©WeirdmaskmanNG

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