Warning Too The Fire

The 2 A.M Writer

Serenity given for a 26th prayer

But can I make it to 27?

I've given all of the blood to your heart

Your weary, weary heart

And yet you continue to drink from this vial of corrupted visions

What will get you to quit draining the cup of it's content?

Will it be the admittance of my own esteems damnation

For I too, drink from this gray glass

I set my feet and stone and let rain the acid

...

Is that what you needed?

A fucking siren to cry amongst your anguish?

I can not give you gold when I can't give myself aluminum

For I am cold to this burning stomach acid

Even when bleach white, I continue to sit unturned

Just as you are becoming

But do not fall to these wretched delusions as I have

For you have too much summer to trade for winter

Do not become the grave I have become

 

 

  • Author: The 2 A.M Writer (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 1st, 2016 21:16
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 18
Get a free collection of Classic Poetry ↓

Receive the ebook in seconds 50 poems from 50 different authors


Comments +

Comments1

  • 🐤s.zaynab.kamoonpuri🌷🐦😽

    Wow appealing, engaging and interesting way to muse and poetic ode like. Great freeverse style here. Kudos for the poetry.


    Pls do comment out my latest poem too. I'm a new poet here but have been writing poetry since years and readers enjoyed it elsewhere or got sth from it until I found this site and wish to make new poem pals.



To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.