Windows To The Soul
My head pressed against the glass,
Waiting for my pain to pass.
A raging fire I see before me,
Causing chaos, killing all that flee.
Flaming destruction spread far and wide,
Imprinted forever upon my mind.
Pictures of pain, suffering and death -
the only images that I have left.
An inferno of hate the fire has caused,
An inferno which cannot be paused.
Burning eternally toward the night sky,
Fingers outstretched as orange sparks fly.
I look again, more closely this time
And realise this fire is truly mine.
The flames I see on the other side
Are reflections from my own eyes.
------- Author's Notes -------
Thanks to Luc for the inspiration for this poem.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Holly (184.108.40.206) -- Saturday, April 9 2005, 08:41 pm|
Gosh I love the ending, I'm so jealous of how well you write :(
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