Embers From The Flame

I am close to death,
But it's the closest I am to life.
This pain, an affliction, is burning me inside.
A matchstick held up to my soul is slowly burning me alive.

When embers fall to ash, and the ash begins to subside,
My soul is now burn't pages, dark fibers, lost dreams cast aside.

I am awake and alive with pain, like at the height of human existence.

With paper pieces at my feet,
That have no place with one another,
I am lost, incomplete, and broken..
as the smoke begins to smother.

You are the matchstick;
Dangerous and deadly,
with a little bit of grime.
My soul, my life, dying a little each time.





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Egyptiangirl13 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jul. 1, 2010 at 5:42 pm
wow i love this!! the first two lines are my fav. they are really powerful and meaningful!! i hope that you'll check out and comment on some of my work when you get the chance. Btw, i love ur pic that you posted!:)
 
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Aug. 13, 2009 at 3:32 am
Please vote for my submission and get me on the main website. Thank you!
 
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