FireA Poem by ElisaA super short poem -- especially by my standards.Fire Black beating hearts set all afire. The water comes blaring down, But it does not suffice.
"It's dead." I say; I do not care.
It still beats and bears weight. I must be alive. Twangs of pain Sharpened by spikes! That is the real fire...
Be careful -- When you feel that spark -- That I, myself, did ignite. © 2013 Elisa |
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1 Review Added on August 26, 2013 Last Updated on August 26, 2013 AuthorElisaHazelwood, MOAboutAll of my writing is dark and I do not believe in writing "happy endings" because they sound pathetic to me. I also tend to make my writing gruesome, with death being a common factor. If you read th.. more..Writing
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