Aura Afire

My thoughts are the architects of my reality,

building fires to paradise -

It crafts flaming corridors to chaos.

Within my mind lies the power to ascend to bliss

or descend into turmoil, each decision forging the path ahead.

I contemplate my inner storm...will I be angel or devil's advocate

I fold myself deep down inside the stillness of my quiet contemplation

Down where my thoughts hide and the self seeks solitude

Battles rage...Storms storm...Fiery embers scorch and torment

My Soul is an agony of maddened thoughts whirling

A maelstrom of needs, desires, burning wishes and hopes

They dash against the self-constructed incarceration of my thoughts

I am a prisoner of my own making. Self-made in ember's flame

Trapped in a fiery spidery-webbed cocoon

I weave webs, I tell tales, they sometimes intertwine

I know not where one begins and the other ends

I am but a ghostly shell...ethereal, dark and alone

I am the essence of Id and ego's inferno - the sentimental selves

In this shell of hellish solitude, I dwell...ghostly, burning, alone,

Existing where unreal shadows scream and sway

Time becomes lost, whispers in the night echo, shrouded in darkness, seeking escape.

Like a specter’s wraith in twilight, I am adrift in an endless wall of fire

Alone I wander, thrashing, burning. An unbearable silence echoing in the chill.

My screams fade in the hollow hallways, A lonely ghost am I.

Yearning for a touch, a sign, In this infernal flame, I pine.

Yet within the void, a spark ignites, a hint of dawn's gentle glow.

For even ghosts in shells confined, may yet find solace

In thoughts of the sublime

Hope resonates from the depths of my contemplation.

Dark webs I weave, lies I tell, dreams I burn...I beg

Awaken me from my nightmarish echoed fiery hell

Blessed rain fall in deluge - Set me free to be!

Let the flames subside.