It burns high, it burns low
But it sure has its own glow
It lives in silence, it lives in solitude
But when it's time it blazes itself across several magnitudes
Its neither hot, its neither cold
Its a flame full of aims and goals
Sometimes its red, sometimes its white
It's burden is heavy sometimes its light
Sometimes it pumps my blood, sometimes it makes me calm
It burns away all my qualms
It pushes me ahead, it forces me to climb
To reach the ultimate height
In times of bliss, in times of misery
It's always by my side
But then come the winds of pain and clouds of despair
The fire flares in all its glare
It gives a tough fight
In the darkness the only light
The rain continues to fall
Slowly the fire looses it's stall
The wind and the rain continue to rend
Unwilling the fire reaches it's end
Broken and lost there I lie
The storm of anguish mocking me...
I stare at it, it stares back
My fierce fire I lack
Under its domineering glare
I shrink back
It laughs and I cry
There's nothing more to try
Defeated, I turn myself into a ball
Reminiscing in the days of calm and bliss
But then suddenly I get up with a jolt
Remembering the determination I have lost
As I remember the days of old
Hope is still there...
As in this fierce storm
Unbeknownst to anyone a new fire forms
Cause at the end it's not the fire which pushes me forth
But me who blazes it's hearth
-Tan
YOU ARE READING
My Anthology
PoetryA lot of thoughts come up in my mind I try to rhyme them and here's what I end up with...
