Ashes

Black and grey contained with

memories that fade away.

Painful to hold , yet we all do so

cause we are told.

It’s a symbol of the five elements,

different pieces of a soul in fragments.

Brings tears to eyes and sadness

that thrives upon our soul,

leaving our hearts with a hole.

Can’t be called beautiful,

but it’s brings back memories that were once delightful.

Made out of flames ,

that burns all lies and blames.

Tears it brings to the eyes ,

lifelessly listening to our cries .