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Thrashing Flame

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What do I do?
Do I deserve this?
Given all that I can stand
I know it's trivial.
But, even then
It's up to them
To see the rose inside the setting sun.
Is it not the same?
Shall I set the rose on fire?
Let dance the thrashing flame?
It's not real
And yet it's mine.
Just breathe, it'll be ok.
No! That's a lie!
It's soiled and clotted
And they wonder why.
It's because I loved
And love never favors me!
Just ask the rose that died.



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Crunchman99 said...
Feb. 25 at 10:32 pm:
Very interesting indeed. There's a lot of symbolism and figurative language in this poem, and "Thrashing Flame" is a phrase I hadn't thought of before. I'm guessing that there's a hidden meaning; maybe a past heartbreak? Either way, I enjoyed it.
 
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