Consumed
That’s what I am
That’s what we all are
Engulfed
by the flaming desire to be that
special something
The special something that
shimmers and
sparkles
in the light
Creating ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhs’
at every turn of the page
It lives in the back of our minds.
That desire.
Crouching
Waiting for
yet another chance to look
for the
golden pedestal
So,
I am consumed by search
The search for that
special something
In people and places
I’ve looked in
books and
movies and
a few mirrors
here
and there
But
no image seems to measure up
I just can’t figure it out
My life is laced
with reminders of
the golden pedestal
So,
I’ll let the flames continue
licking my skin
until I’m
nothing
more than burnt ashes
consumed
by the words on a page
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 7:38 AM UTC
Consumed
That’s what I am
That’s what we all are
Engulfed
by the flaming desire to be that
special something
The special something that
shimmers and
sparkles
in the light
Creating ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhs’
at every turn of the page
It lives in the back of our minds.
That desire.
Crouching
Waiting for
yet another chance to look
for the
golden pedestal
So,
I am consumed by search
The search for that
special something
In people and places
I’ve looked in
books and
movies and
a few mirrors
here
and there
But
no image seems to measure up
I just can’t figure it out
My life is laced
with reminders of
the golden pedestal
So,
I’ll let the flames continue
licking my skin
until I’m
nothing
more than burnt ashes
consumed
by the words on a page