Doomed To BurnA Poem by Deron Alexiswhen sleep runs from you and your brain conjures nightmares as if it were your enemy
Doomed To Burn
You struggle to stagger to stumble through yourself the winds scream from anguish in your ears Their cold remarks on your left and right the bitter cold numbs your skin and crass your should be but cold fire burns and there in the frost and flame you wish it would sear you or at least burn you to dust and you go on dead inside almost alive outside to find one place one where fires of the hearth are used tempered instead of hell Humans a soul forsaken lot instruments given to sorrow their voices you follow smelling wishing to taste sincerity to banish the drizzling cloud hanging over you to kingdom come and they lead you through the fog and when feet are suspended and hands hanging to the cliff edge you strain to hear or smell the sincerity you thought was there And your burning heart falls out from your chest into the void below and when your claws break off and you slip off the edge the ground in its sarcasm kisses you coldly and scatters your disemboweled members your soul reassembles for still you won't die and stained in your blood is the snow of the void shrouded in thick gloom the air as a prison What to do but walk the gloom and its thickness burn your eyes like smog endowed with ashes suddenly your feet are torn open you cut yourself on scattered pieces the fossil, porcelain shards of your porcelain heart the screams of futility bounce off the acrylic air stifled in the carbon of your own cries all options are taken away At the sight of your shattered vessel your body ignites itself inside out your insides are vomited out as liquid flame too blind to put your heart back together too empty to support it in yourself with nothing left to do your grip porcelain shard and it blackens in the flame "maybe" says a voice "to slit your wrist would end it" in truth it would be futile for the pain brings you to life so doomed you are slowly to burn with no hope of searing or dying Ignored into nonexistence © 2012 Deron AlexisReviews
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3 Reviews Added on December 17, 2012 Last Updated on December 17, 2012 AuthorDeron AlexisCunupia village, Caroni, Trinidad and TobagoAboutBeen gone from writers cafe a while. Dunno if im back for good. Im hoping im not as much of a little s**t as my 16 year old self was. Lets see how this goes i guess more..Writing
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