I Want My Passion... to Die

April 18, 2010
By cbloodxctears BRONZE, Roslyn, New York
cbloodxctears BRONZE, Roslyn, New York
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The sun rides the sky
Slipping slowly away, into the mouth of the horizon
Boiling hot
Burning me
Breathing on me
Beating me with heat
The sky has no clouds painted on its face

Underneath it all, I work
Work with the fire that is passion within me
Burning a bright blue
Slowly melting me from within
But without a doubt I must continue
Continue burning passion
Continue it through my work
Through my words
Through my actions

Slowly I am deteriorating
Falling

apart

She asks
If

I am

Okay
I lie
and say
Yes

Guilt adds to the
fire
Stress adds
to the burning
fire
Love adds to
the painful
fire
When I think I can take no more than
109 degrees of passion
109 degrees of stress
109 degrees of love

Its rains…
Yelling rain, drops from the sky
Soaking me in its cries
Killing pure pressure, painful passion, powerful stress
My fire hissssssses away
Letting me breath and laugh
Under the crispy, cold, chaotic rain.

The author's comments:
I wrote this piece because I was walking home one day after school. I had a lot of work to do and a lot of test and I was really warm from the school and running around all day. Suddenly it started to rain. When it rained was when i felt really relaxed from my hard day at school. It was then when i decided to write this poem.

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