Smokey spires and deep fathoms,
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Long lost feelings in this madness.
Feeling and reeling as the heat burns
Turning inside as I take my turns.
So move away, away, further away,
Your closeness makes me feel so strange.
Whats your game, whats the plan?
I turn away to avoid meeting your eye.
I feel so shamed, so blamed, responsible.
For this, for that, for all that transpires.
As the flames grow and engulf the spires.
My mind tears itself away, folding.
The implication seems staggering
as the facts fall around me.
The odds, stacking to form a cage.
A wall of silence to keep me in.
Striving to change the way
always falling victem to myself.
The fury, the flame, the passion.
I live for the feeling, the emotion.
I turn to to look into the eye,
Yet I find myself looking back.
A grin, a smile, a small laugh.
It was here all along.
I was here all along.
It was me.
Chrispian H. Burks
Lit.Org Owner / Founder
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