Good morning dearest readers! Thought it might be nice to post again today, so here we have yet another exploration piece. I’m playing with style, so still getting a hold of the concept of free-form poetry, so bear with me, okay?
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Anyhow! Onward and upward! Please enjoy the post.
It was another sleepless night-
I was left haunted by my dreams of you,
Watching the stars and praying for a break
In the never-ending, overwhelming break-neck pace
That I am steadily destroying myself.
It has gotten to the point, dear one,
That I can look at you again – and smile.
That I can pass you in the hall – and smile.
But the moment you turn out of sight,
I let myself burn.
Fire. It consumes all we know,
All we hold dear, there is no escaping the flames,
As the wind howls and the earth itself fuels the conflagration,
Until the blaze it too much for anyone to bear
And we crumble and fall-
Ash and rubble.
What difference does it make at this point,
Whether I fight or flee the destruction that is looming
On some distant and cloudy horizon
That flashes with storms and the groans of drowned sailors,
For if there is no spark left within me,
What good will a match do to rekindle my life?
The fire, it leaves hollow shells behind,
Because some of us were not meant to contain such a passion
That is burns in the most exquisite manner-
That it fills us with emotion, with love.
Some of us,
Drown in it.
It was yet another sleepless night,
And I was haunted by my dreams of you.
But I watched the cold, dead stars and found
That I envied their coldness; their frozen hearts-
For they never need a break from their destruction
As they glow in the velvet darkness of the night.
They’ve embraced their fate wholeheartedly-
So have I.