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Emblazoned. Can you feel it?
 The fire, 
The white hot, radiating flame
 Set ablaze by an intangible being
Something nobody knows
 Like an unsolvable mystery
 A question left unanswered
 Left there to decay 
Like an unopened letter,
 Corners tearing and wasting away
Edges beginning to burn into nothingness
 So the contents may never be seen,
Never be felt
 Never be heard again 
The ink melting and splaying
 Across the page, tiny remnants of it
Forming a microcosm of the unrelenting haze
 That is suffocating the night sky
Forcing itself upon the tops of the trees 
The smoldering branches and withering leaves 
Making a revival of the forest almost impossible
 For all the trails and paths are unnavigable
 Clouded by a smokescreen of pain and misfortune
 The once endless, lush, 
 Serenity of branches 
 Attempt to reach for the sky
 Like a baby reaching for its mother
The only thing it knows that can give it life
 That can keep it safe
 But are constantly smothered by the endless grey
 The seemingly perpetual mess of burning air
 But somehow, Somehow, 
 There’s a pinnacle of light 
One last glimmer of hope That hope is you 
You’ve started a spark in my soul
 And even though my face has started to burn up
 I finally feel whole.
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Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 12:36 PM UTC
Emblazoned.
Emblazoned. Can you feel it?
 The fire, 
The white hot, radiating flame
 Set ablaze by an intangible being
Something nobody knows
 Like an unsolvable mystery
 A question left unanswered
 Left there to decay 
Like an unopened letter,
 Corners tearing and wasting away
Edges beginning to burn into nothingness
 So the contents may never be seen,
Never be felt
 Never be heard again 
The ink melting and splaying
 Across the page, tiny remnants of it
Forming a microcosm of the unrelenting haze
 That is suffocating the night sky
Forcing itself upon the tops of the trees 
The smoldering branches and withering leaves 
Making a revival of the forest almost impossible
 For all the trails and paths are unnavigable
 Clouded by a smokescreen of pain and misfortune
 The once endless, lush, 
 Serenity of branches 
 Attempt to reach for the sky
 Like a baby reaching for its mother
The only thing it knows that can give it life
 That can keep it safe
 But are constantly smothered by the endless grey
 The seemingly perpetual mess of burning air
 But somehow, Somehow, 
 There’s a pinnacle of light 
One last glimmer of hope That hope is you 
You’ve started a spark in my soul
 And even though my face has started to burn up
 I finally feel whole.
matty
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American
Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 12:36 PM UTC
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