Embers of coal and poisonous smoke,
Each inhale of breath will you choke.
On fires that flame every square inch,
Not hidden with shame, but prideful in heart.
Your body and soul, internally below,
Lies smitten all charcoaled and hot.
For in prayer as in life your mind it was sold.
Your eternal soul it was nothing but bought.
on this frozen summer bestowed.
For frost, ice and flame, all is the same,
Puts an end to the glorious game.
For who will survive, where nothing can live.
Only my fears to you I will give.
Only my flesh, singed, scorched and burnt.
For lessons on earth I have yet still not learnt.
And fires of hell wont let me hurt.
Just burns, my virtuous lava like current.
As I fall and I float, upon the red glow.
Idling the time. Away I must go.
Till nothing but dust left of my mind.
Where once was a person, emotionally sublime.
And sent for a ride, in hell for all time.
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RSM (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
A rather grim thought even for a dark poem. Well written but hopefully not a reality. Very nice.
Thank you
A dark and interesting write, I think the way the world is going hell might be nearly full, enjoyed the read
Your comment made me laugh out loud. Lol. Ya hell is probably full. Lmao
Excellent write
Thanks
You're welcome
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