Monday, June 17, 2013

Poem: Fire

I am fire
fuelled by the
rotting in my closet

I am fire
flitting between
warm amber
and blistering orange

I am fire
stinging your eyes
with truths
you hate to see.

I am the fire
you tried to tame,

on myself

Streaking down
the unused path to my heart,
scorching my veins,
razing bone and sinew.

You tried to quench me
So you could be fine

But I,
I explode.

I explode with the heat
of one thousand suns -
my fury seared onto
your eyes; your scream
turned to vapour
in revenge's furnace

And then
I will die

And you,
You will regret.