Fire of Mine

its just how i felt on a bad day...you know one of 'those' days

I hate
feeling
like there is no
hope,
that there is no
point
That there are ashy grey coals
that are red and alive
beneath the deadly greay surface.
That flame up when stoked
by pokers made up of liquid emotions (of loss and pain and suffering)
that cool and harden into
granite grey spears
that poke
and prod
my coals
until once again
they burn
and blister
and scorch me
from the inside out
until there is no more left to burn
until it finally consumes all
and i can wearily, greatfully
completely succumb to the burning eruption within,

to this burning fire

of mine.

Author's Note

all comments and criticism are welcome and appreciated..thank you!

Reviews

[gravitylava]

this is really honest and pain-filled, and it's great! I loved it.
-michelle