Until My Flame Must Fade

What is this life but a mirage, a blaze
That flickers in the winds of time and change?
We are but wicks that yearn the flame's nourished
Warmth to make sure we are still alive.
The heat, the passion of this burning flame,
Lies deep within our empty, hollowed souls.
Ah! Alas my dear, what is this; the soul?
Just like the flame, just like the wick, it is
The spark within that keeps us all alive;
Yet day to day, I long for winds to come
And extinguish this wick that is my life.
The pain and agony of this weak heart
Is my cross to carry eternally.
This tortured soul, this lonely wolf must howl
Under full moons until my flame must fade.

 

Reviews

[Ruth]

There is such depth to searching in the two pieces I have read...I am blessed to have found your work! xx

[☯]

A powerful and strongly worded poem.
"The pain and agony of this weak heart
Is my cross to carry eternally."
A deep and meaningful poem. The thoughts and emotions go perfectly together and it's well written. Great job! :)

[WynterPhoenix]

This is a strong, powerful write.

"What is this life but a mirage, a blaze
That flickers in the winds of time and change?"

Brilliant!

[Lily Mae]

"Yet day to day, I long for winds to come
And extinguish this wick that is my life.
The pain and agony of this weak heart
Is my cross to carry eternally."
I really like this.. another amazing write.. Waiting for the flame to fade... powerful stuff..xx