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.
Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 12:36 PM UTC
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.
