The Prophet's End

The Prophet's End

A Poem by Saheli

And like all broken, sad people 
He said he was a poet, 
That he was going slightly mad 
But not worldly-insane yet; 

And that if he knew what his pain was 
He'd tell you, or seek a balm, 
But even if he knew how not to get hurt 
He wouldn't stop, he wouldn't be calm; 

"And now I know, and now I know," 
Cried the Prophet, "How my end should go!" 

"Catching fire, burning to death, 
Hoping to rise from the dying ashes, 
So very dark with drying wounds 
Marking Life's thousand lashes..."

© 2016 Saheli


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Saheli
Saheli

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