sulfur

I thought you could see me

But I didn't count on the dirty window between us

You won't see me because you don't want to see me

When the reservior on your back is full enough for you to travel

You'll go

I don't mind that

Use that dry water in another desert

You think you can put my name next to the gods

But I'm made of sulfur

When sulfur burns it becomes blue flame

You think I turned blue because i was in pain

But that's the nature of sulfur

So I'm not your twin flame

 just because i am blue

I'm just a place to get resources on your way

A restaurant to feed you

A bibliopole of books you'll buy to never bring back

I'm the path you'll cross

But I'm not your destination

Reviews

[Everett Dulin]

Oftentimes people don't even check their path before crossing, let alone do they have a destination in mind. Travelers are travelers, and homebodies will yearn. Sometimes we know this walking into things, but more often than not, that window seems much cleaner until you get close enough to see.

[Beren]

I don't like going on roads where I don't know where I'm going.I need a road with an end in sight and sunny weather. so I don't find anyone's cigarette in the snow

[Everett Dulin]

Hey, it can be sunny in the snow and those cigarettes will follow you everywhere. Those roads do never end though, they always merge into a highway, or drop you off at a marina(trust me I know.) and the sea is even more endless.

[Beren]

Okay, the powerful prince of narration. I see. I sea.

[Everett Dulin]

Maybe more like a farm boy of narration, like Westley in The Princess Bride...

[John F]

This poem is your destination. You have arrived. There are no more paths to cross!

[Beren]

I said my words were torturing me. Didn't meant to arrive

[John F]

You can arrive again and again with your talent. There are many destinations

[Beren]

If you say so

[Thomas W Case]

Powerful and sad. I felt this one.

[Beren]

I felt either. Thank you sir

[redzone]

To put it more crudely, it's a "wham bam, thank you ma'am" of a poem. Oft times, that dirty window goes both ways, they don't see us but we also don't see them. I guess, it depends on whether either wanted to be the other's "destination". Even sulfur's blue flame needs air to burn.
-Curt

[Beren]

I might be burning without oxygen right now.

"it depends on whether either wanted to be the other's "destination." That's true. Well said.

Thank you for your time sir

[redzone]

Breathe Beren, breathe, give air to that blue flame. Let no one put that flame out, not even you.

[Beren]

Right now i needed this. Thanks