Burn

Written 2/5/2017

It burns.

Each bullet fired at me.
Every slash of a blade.
All the times they turn away.

It seems like it never goes away.
Away I fly to the land I don't die,
And where guys and girls aren't disguised,
And don't lie staring into my eyes.

It's where I escape when pain is rampant,
Rampaging tormentors breaking down my rampart.
The dam in my dome protects me,
But even the sanctuary has its crazies.

A war is raging outside my head,
And a coup breaks out inside.
Two fronts are fought day to day.
As the Great Fire of I rages on,
I think only one thing.

It burns.

Reviews

[paola]

A really good play of words, it was short and sweet!

[InfectEd Heart]

Thank you, I saw this a while ago, but it really means a lot.