Vain Discourse

With the remnants of the haunting memories,

Burning softly against the drenched ground,

I indulge in vain discourse.

The words gush forth unassailed;

I raise no hurdle.

The flames can't die in desolation.

Let my futile talk be the ally of its final hours

And its tantrums the wounds of my last battle

Before a faint trail of smoke is all I would see.