playing with fireA Poem by Troy Allan Poethis one is personalA spark of flame spreads through the wilderness.
You can smell the scent of bitterness.
Such a pitiful one you are. You reek of of the flames.
The guilt stains your soul like rust on chains
Yet it remains no matter how much
You try to wash the pain away
No alcohol can change an alcoholics reign Yet when it rains, it pours.
Escalation to your destination in a
Rushed pace since you've decided to make your bed.
Pft, go ahead, sleep with death, wake up every day to stare directly at its face.
But remember that place,
That fire you made in place for me.
But take heed no evil deed goes unseen. I will work in shadows and remain unseen. But you see?
Like a Phoenix I will rise above the flames.
Death can no longer cease me.
And you will never see me.
You can hate me,
Slander me,
Envy me,
Mock me,
Even kill me
But I'm guaranteed my destination while you're sleeping in the flames.
© 2016 Troy Allan Poe |
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Added on July 19, 2016 Last Updated on July 19, 2016 Author
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