Clarity

Her dark goldenrod hair conceals her eyes.

A slight shimmer can be seen

when candlelight catches them

The different shades of colors burn like the flame

Not even words, which used to be silver bullets,

can prickle her emotions like a thistle now

She has a tough exterior. She is impenetrable

She's not living the dream, but she's living in one

Smoke from the candle grows larger every moment

as the flame jumps around singeing everything it touched

like the embers were attendees of a jamboree

smog rolled from the windows, creating dusk.

An unpleasant picture unfolds

The river of graffiti on the side of her home

burns away, slowly engulfing like obsessed with languor

She'll be just fine... She'll never have a meltdown again

Reviews

[wolfkat93]

Wow I am speechless that is an amazing poem. I've always been facinated by Native American culture

[zappy]

wow this is amazing

[Beatrice Mars]

Wow I love this. That last stanza is amazing and the last line is really chilling!