Fears of Fire

Fears of Fire

A Poem by Julius Whitfield

There arouse a lesion on my skin
Her mind was a supernova
The brisance left my flesh on fire
With my last breath being slowly counted down
Her eyes opened and shuttered to the light
And her image changed with only reason
She exploited to my consciousness
I ripped the wings from her back
I directed the blood to define my own
She found me useless again
This sword I shall befriend
But it brings confusion along these palms
They stiffen up like a stone
Reminding me of her love
She carved out my heart and held it close
It withered with time and became barren like the desert
Though she gave it a grave
I crawled through the wave of cadavers
To resurrect the first sight of stolen divinity
A snake surfaced through the wreckage
Just to show me life's worth
But she wouldn't let me experience the worth
I can't have this worth

I still surface through the holes in the Earth
With my brothers scattered in shards along my heavy arms
She beloved me with this dagger in my back
There came that face I would hope to never see again
Her face folded in the distance

The air became shallow
The farther her face darkened
I grew alive in this death
My body will divide away from my soul
This consciousness leaves me walking through such a cold empire
The fears of fire sizzle along my existence
She comes back to me, with opened wings
Spread along the yard of this Hell
To guide me away from my own reactionary

© 2008 Julius Whitfield


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Julius Whitfield
Julius Whitfield

St Louis, MO



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21 yr old artists (writing, music, drawing, and performances) who has been befriended by pencils for years. I like to report my life's experiences through poetry and comedy, which are most of the time.. more..

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