Burned

Burned

We were dueling with sparks

Now we’re juggling with fire

Flame still starves in the dark

Never beaten or tired

Doesn’t dim with age

It can’t be blown out

Still alive with rage

Feeding on your doubt

It doesn’t think

And it can’t feel

Driven to the brink

Craving it’s next meal

Anger scorches my soul

Many have learned

If you play with fire

You’re bound to get burned.

Reviews

[Onlyme]

Your open Stanza speaks volumes to me. The first two lines basically. And the rest flows like fire. Cracking whips as it whizzes along with punch line at the end.

[Austin_Meehan]

Thank you! And also that's a pretty amazing metaphor that you just used to describe my poem. Well said!

[Onlyme]

My pleasure Austin. You have got talent anyone can see that.

[Austin_Meehan]

I'm glad you think so. Still struggling to find a publisher though....

[Onlyme]

Have you looked at this site. For info and also asked some of the popular writers on here. They might be able to point you in the right direction. Just an idea, that might help you.

[Austin_Meehan]

Fair enough. Thanks for the pointers!

[Onlyme]

my pleasure and good luck.

[Austin_Meehan]

Good luck to you as well.

[Onlyme]

Thanks I just do poetry to express myself nothing more or less. And if I help anyone along the way. that is a bonus.

[Starr]

such a truthful write here, love the ending. This is wonderful and thought provoking

[Austin_Meehan]

Thank you! Anything you'd change or anything that didn't flow? Just let me know!