AFTERMATH

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burning history

The forlorn
captured between pages of feathers strewn
between pockets torn inside the matchbox
of history that once burned with passion, and fire.

the falling sky

The cinders glow as time warps,
life slows,
and the meteor that showers you in dust
is no worse than days gone by
and minutes lost to trust.

mourning wind

Starlight is shadowed by the storm
Tears cried like rain upon the path
secretly and quickly I mourn
for days gone by
steeped behind the weathervane.

the long erosion

The fodder is food by proxy,
scattered among the dust of
a parched earth
craving water
from its depleted thirst.

the shape of after

The run off, moves in rivers beneath rocks
that tether and scar,
beyond all eternity
and life that once was
is now only witnessed from afar.

© Samira Wyld 2026

Thank you for reading another post from Shadows And Midnight Screams where we delve into the world of shadows, desire, and untamed expression. My illustrated collection of poetry ‘Twenty Past Midnight’ is now available as a paperback and you can find out more about that here.

And until next time…
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