A Beautiful Death
Of A Wandering Flame
If life is a cloud
then, death is the rain
Falling like a shroud
over ash in a grave
Searching for a flame
or a spark to get started
Maybe someone to blame
cause my heart is retardent
Denying the fire
resisting the spark
Redesigning the pyre
befriending the dark
Burning my soul
like a hot cup of coffee
Claiming control
my ember the trophy
Hissing and popping
an incinerated spirit
White hot and glowing
but never getting near it
An unquenchable need
to peel the scorched
The spark is the seed
my willingness, torched
Smouldering ash
now unable to combust
Remnants of a match
as cinders crumble to dust
The smoke is the witness
the haze tells the story
Baptized by the flame
an eternal grail, holy
Still life hides within
waiting to break the ground
So, no matter what's been
renewed beauty is found
About the Creator
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
Telling stories my heart needs to tell <3 life is a journey, not a competition
If you like what you read, feel free to leave a tip, I would love some feedback
Find me on twitter @kelli7958958
or facebook
Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.
Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed. You could also become a paid subscriber, letting them know you appreciate their work.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.