Bless me, Father...

CINDERS
OF
SORROW

Under the cinders
Of my sorrow
Ashen passion
Sears and burns

Through the night
Into daylight
For breath
It yawns and yearns

But sometimes when
Naïve love
Smolders and dies
By morrow…

It is a mercy
From above
To smother under cinders
Of sorrow.