The wick of our passion

Has finally died out

I try to resuscitate the embers

But its fire refuses to re-ignite


And I stare blandly into the lonely

Thick of night, wondering if

Your eyes also strain to find me

Despite the burning smoke and mist


Or is it solely I

Scrambling for one last match

To rekindle this blind, cold world


Who squeezes me to its hollow breast

With breaking sound barrier silence

~ alas to its fatal, indifferent,

And suffocating embrace




© Susan Joyner-Stumpf


  1. drtruthman says:

    I really like this Susan. it is so beautiful and touching and for me, oh how it hits home. You need to add your Star rating so we can vote as well as Digg and Google+. It ups the traffic.
    I just love this.

  2. Dr Lee I don’t know what ‘add your Star rating’ is or how to do it. Can you inform me? I would so appreciate it, I’m not aware of that feature.

    • debbiebrooks37 says:

      Susan, so beautiful.. love this poem.. You write so beautiful… so touching to my soul. thank you dear friend. debbie

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