That Which BurnsA Poem by El ChicoThe tale of a tree
Don't tell me seeker of your woes, forgiven trespasses retold, least i be shamed upon falsehoods
Leave me to plan a world of bitter-sweet delights Let me go into the night brave, my swift morning victory awaits -squeezing this essence of light until it explodes Best not leave you brittle in this cold to rejoice in my shiver Regret is what i seek to evade, o' the insurmountable cost of burden, like trees to carbon in a forest of thoughts left asunder, ready the horses say your wood choppers for the plunder Think of days.... of moons passed eons ago, their sun-kissed dread left many a stain on my bark, eager i be to forget Let me live another day chasing golden jewels Hold me to my word in this tale of two by one, bequeathing unjustly a division of none Least i fall beneath the glorious sun, a story told to all and sum Bid me my farewells, a ticket bought to the penny, forgive you do I, for all said but not done The cruel joy is to have learned this rule of thumb Ask not me to do your final sum For now i know i am to be the last one
© 2015 El ChicoAuthor's Note
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