Ashes
Inspired by, Hunter
This box made of a golden shade has more value within its strong walls than the world itself.
This box is never moved and quite frankly shouldn’t be.
Its remained in the same spot for as long as I can remember.
Within this box are ashes and dust.
In many people’s minds ashes and dust mean nothing,
But inside my conflicted thoughts is the thought of these ashes
and this dust.
He was so young.
3 days in fact.
October 27th, 2000 is the day my mom’s soul broke like no other soul has broken before.
I may not remember every little detail
But I do feel the pain.
His soul fading tore a piece of mine.
These ashes are the only thing that remains of him.
The final amount of his passing.
His first hello and last good-bye.
My brother, my mother’s son, Hunter.
(2014)
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