poem as promised
So here's the poem as promised...
The Flame
Crypt of love
The flame ignited
Small and flickering
Swaying with hope...
But...
With summoned courage,
With wrenching pain,
With perpetual tears,
In strands,
In chains,
of glisteing tears.
Trickling down,
No ending.
No respite.
As I die...
Drawing the flame close,
But remains...
As vestigial.
With a motion so slow.
As if seconds were sliced.
As if hands swept in reverse.
Fighting back within myself.
Fighting to lose.
Fingers craned,
Curled and cranked.
Like ravenous serpents,
On prey.
The gust come together,
Falling in, foot soldiers,
Marching in flows.
With suspension of solemn notes.
Footprints of sorrow.
As it climbs.
Smoothly it goes.
Up and through.
And out it goes...
Swallowing.
Devouring.
The swaying flame.
Yeah...so that's it...and I'll try not to have any more of these sad kinda posts...muz make an effort to enjoy life...Natinal Day coming up...lets honour the effort of our forefathers...
::: Taking responsibility :::
The Flame
Crypt of love
The flame ignited
Small and flickering
Swaying with hope...
But...
With summoned courage,
With wrenching pain,
With perpetual tears,
In strands,
In chains,
of glisteing tears.
Trickling down,
No ending.
No respite.
As I die...
Drawing the flame close,
But remains...
As vestigial.
With a motion so slow.
As if seconds were sliced.
As if hands swept in reverse.
Fighting back within myself.
Fighting to lose.
Fingers craned,
Curled and cranked.
Like ravenous serpents,
On prey.
The gust come together,
Falling in, foot soldiers,
Marching in flows.
With suspension of solemn notes.
Footprints of sorrow.
As it climbs.
Smoothly it goes.
Up and through.
And out it goes...
Swallowing.
Devouring.
The swaying flame.
Yeah...so that's it...and I'll try not to have any more of these sad kinda posts...muz make an effort to enjoy life...Natinal Day coming up...lets honour the effort of our forefathers...
::: Taking responsibility :::