Flames

poetboy5454

Flames of passion, flames of war

The flames which leave no more

Eternally growing and consuming

Leaving the ashes of your being

 

Flames of truth, flames of justice

Their heat reaching towards bliss

Doomed to fade into a dying ember

Until there is nothing of it to remember

 

Sullen and dull, a frozen hearth

Fractured and now a broken heart

Whose ghost of will strives to exist

No purpose and lost, unable to reminisce 

Burnt matches, a wall meant to be a door

A flame absorbing its light, now no more

 

 

  • Author: poetboy5454 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 3rd, 2017 15:02
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments3

  • FredPeyer

    poetboy, nicely penned, a flame as metaphor of a dying love, broken promise, or friendship. I like it.

  • Thewildfire

    This poem struck a cord with me. I guess because of the sullen words, but nevertheless I loved it!

    • poetboy5454

      Thanks, I'm glad you liked it!

    • Goldfinch60

      Very good write.

      • poetboy5454

        Thank you very much, Gold!



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