A World On Fire

My mind is the clogged roads

and bustling streets

of L.A.

My brain throbs, black and blue

with bruises.

With my problems and stress,

I inflict pain upon myself as an escape.

Others feel this way too.

But no one sees the suffering,

for our skulls are the great barriers,

that hide everything.

The garbage in the streets,

were bruises I never meant to show.

Here one day and disappearing the next.

Potholes are covered by more cement,

hoping to stop the next accidents

by making the imperfections better,

only to have them shredded up

by the razors that are disguised as cars.

It is the place

of eternally painful thoughts,

created from the soft, warm, orange glow

of the embers that lie under my brain,

ready to start burning higher and stronger.

My mind is the match ready to grow the flames

and burn my brain to ash.

Reviews

[Jade]

Such a sad write really, Nice job with imagery and detail

[Max Hernz]

Wow, I can totally relate. This was great. But it brings me great sadness as I read this and think back on my own life... =[