I've Burned My Desire

I’ve burned my desire

In the cradle of the fire

Let go of the worldly pleasures

That humanity praises

Destruction and suicide

For all the things you like

Becoming a Satan

Then an angel

But no wings to fly

Extracting the pieces

Of the synopsis of this life

Fishing my heart

And plucking it hard

Gulping down the pain

That hurts more than a broken arm

And the good lord cries

The world is but a mere lie

Dancing around the mockery

Of this superstitious life  

Author's Note

Thanks to all those who read and review:)

Reviews

[R J Askew]

The title pulled me into this one. I like the notion of detachment from physicality and materialism. And I believe that triumph of our desires is a common sense way to an easier life. I like the mounting sense of alientation with the world and its ways.

[Thea]

Wow...This was enjoying, Amila! Short but creative... :)))

[dan nacario]

i enjoyed this poem very much..great write..

[Cassie Fraga]

sounds like one just trying to find a place... you did a very good job with this one... I enjoyed the conviction and rawness of it all!! thank you for sharing!!

[Rae Elizabeth]

Great poem! I enjoyed it greatly! (: Keep doing your thing!

[Art Sun]

an interesting piece...seems like a visual of ones journey through life, I guess life can be a strange analogy...depends on the individual...nice work Amila...

[Brandon S. Whitten]

Darkness is a good friend and tricky. Enjoyed reading your words, lovely