After the Fire

By , Denver, CO
I once had eyes that only heard the madness.
Never before had seasons seemed so dead.
I tried to light a candle without matches
And burnt the whole of Autumn down instead.
I closed my eyes and watched the pyre a’burning,
Nailed to my seat, I leapt into the air.
If Winter snow could heat fire’s deadly yearning,
Then my torn soul could sure itself repair.
When Spring returned I felt no change within.
In Summer no past life was born anew.
T’was Autumn when I heard the fool I’d been -
From my own eyes I’d lacked the perfect view.
My soul in two had been before the fire
Whose swords of singed gold had made it entire.





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Fun. said...
Feb. 23, 2012 at 9:20 pm
Amazing. I absolutely love how you went into the different seasons - it gives nice imagery.
 
Squeek!:) said...
Feb. 23, 2012 at 9:17 pm
Amazing!! Very well written :)
 
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