That fire in the Distance

She tries to hide her feelings beneath,

The cloak of her face hiding her feelings,

In cognito.

 

She shows her fake front,

Day after day,

Hiding her hatred,

Hiding the lies.

 

Her friends watch from the distance,

Ignoring the signals,

Going along with the charade.

But can it be,

there is a fire burning in the distance?

 

A fire,

Burning with desire,

The desire to kill,

To feast,

To make rights.

 

A fire with a smoke so toxic,

You become evil at a breath,

Your eyes burn red,

And your nails grow sharp.

Then while locked in a space,

Infinite and nonexistent,

True in only the minds of the entombed,

And perpetually holding lost souls.

 

These souls,

forced to wander,

forever searching,

for that fire in the distance.

Reviews

[Writer *78*]

Great use of imagery and detail. Impressive work. Keep writing my friend.

[Revolutionary]

great poem.I can see thru it to hell.

[Coyote Poetry]

Anger and disappointment can built up to a nasty storm. I like the description and the way you led the reader in the poem.
"These souls,
forced to wander,
forever searching,
for that fire in the distance."
Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Cocoacandy]

gah i knew it was!! i went back and forth about putting it together and finally decided the wrong way... *sighs* well thanks dear...

[freelancejouster]

this poem went somewhere i didn't expect it to. it went from depressing to almost... savage? perhaps you ought to build to something recognizable? both parts were strong, but not as much so together. also. incognito is one word :)