The Burning Plate

The Burning Plate

A Poem by Shiika
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Another poem from Creative Writing class. Not entirely sure about the flow of this one.

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I see the plate in the fire:

Blackness slowly creeps down its white face.

Then the fire slithers down…

It is trapped; it cannot escape.

My failures, my mistakes, my faults-

They slowly creep down my mind.

They consume me as a fire does a plate;

No refuge can I seem to find…

© 2013 Shiika


Author's Note

Shiika
Constructive criticism, please. I'm always looking for ways to improve my writing. Thanks in advance for the feedback. Jesus loves you <3

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It's interesting to describe the fire as trapped even as it burns something. Like negative thoughts trapped, and how they bring destruction there as well. I hope you find refuge.

Posted 11 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

ScarletButterfly

11 Years Ago

Yeah, it doesn't let us move on and learn from the past like we are supposed to. We get stuck in the.. read more
Whiterose

11 Years Ago

I experience that a lot myself. I'm just starting to let go of things and other people are what hel.. read more
Shiika

11 Years Ago

I agree with both of you.

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Added on June 26, 2013
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