And Again

Pure poetry as it spilled from my mind.

I tread lightly on the shadows of the valley

Gliding through life in the back alleys

Only moving when I think no-one can see 

Making my mark in pits in the dirt where no-one can see

No-one but you, but me

And that's all that matters

When you're the only thing that's real 

In a world I've tailored

It's nothing but a mess

A dream and 

Unbeknownst to me

Am I actually awake?

A voice calls out from around

And I'm blinded by the silence that is my only reply

Scorched by what I see

Rising up out of the fire

Or being consumed

The epitome of my soul

There in the flames

The sounds are my breath

And I'm silence again

Author's Note

I had words swirling through my head on night I believe, and I had to write them and one line led to the next and I had this. It doesn't make straightforward sense, you have to imagine you're in my head listening to an internal dialogue as oppose to a monologue as our thoughts don't travel on one straight line we have more than one voice and ultimately conflicts too, where it doesn't make sense it's because my mind hasn't decided 'eg rising up out of the fire or being consume' I hope you understand the implications that I don't know which is happening to me because they both seem to.
Sometimes our English teachers analyse things to death and we think the poet probably meant none of this, this is not one of those situations, I could probably give you a two hour lecture and hack away at the whole thing, but unless you ask for one I'll leave you to your own interpretations, as that's the way poetry should be.
I've done no editing to this, it was just a flow of words and feelings on a restless night, probably the purest thing I've ever written. J.E.M.