the cycle

a poem that just came to me this morning.

I feel my blood boiling

my skin melting

or, is it just my imagination

energy drying up

core burning through my soul

energy condensing and exploding until theirs nothing left

fading in and out of existence 

forever

but then a small spark stops everything

it fades quickly and then it starts again 

the never ending cycle

Reviews

[Jenny]

interesting how the spark stops, rather than starts something...I like the twist

thanks for sharing

J