The Fire that BurnedA Poem by EmemuelleAs I watch the wind, watch it wrestle the night, i stray to the moment that dimmed down my light, i feel it, so real, merely whispers ago, blurry soft words that were spoken so slow.
The fire that had been burning so strong, so long, is gone.
Right down my spine, a hair raising tingle, Right through my heart, my ribs want to mingle, In painful truth, the words tear through for real, My heart, so tense, my body, I can't feel.
Because, the fire that had been burning so strong, so long, is gone.
Those nauseaus thoughts, that once struck me would pass, but now they are here, and they're going to last. Be bitter, be brave, be bold, behave, I can't even hear you, my head is a rave.
Because, the fire that had been burning so strong, so long, is gone.
With idle hands, and meaningless stares, He sits there, so empty, awkward pitiful glares. Do I know? Do I understand? Don't ask, I never will, You've gut me and torn me apart, yet still;
I don't want the fire that had been burning so strong, so long, to be gone.
what was mine once, is not, not now, never, I feel so much hurt and i fear i will ever, because it doesn't get easy, to accept or agree, But someday i hope that i will have the strength to see;
That the fire that had been burning so strong, so long, is gone. © 2012 EmemuelleReviews
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