This Poem was written in response to this picture prompt from Keith Channing’s Kreative Kue Challenge.
Bonfire of Broken Dreams
It’s the burning autumn leaves
That’s making me cry so much,
It isn’t that you’re leaving,
It’s not that I miss your touch.
I was a fool to ever love you,
To think you’d never let me down.
You’ve taken my trusting nature
And turned me into a clown.
I am not crying about you,
Even though that’s what it seems,
It’s just the smoke that’s coming from
This bonfire of broken dreams.
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 01/April/2019