Poetry

Hollow

Alt. Title :
Elaborate Fire Metaphor

He has a burning fiery passion, a heart with a torch that leaves everything smoldered.
But hers is a quiet candle; kept hidden behind her eyes so that no one can blow it out.
He is a raging arsonist, blazing through the world.
She lives by the steady glow of her home barley lighting up its darkness.
His exterior is hot, burning beautifully, never quite contrasting from the blazing hell scape that is his mind.
She has a peaceful kind of fire that keeps her in a place almost like serenity, contentment, at the flickering in her flames.
His eyes are bright, reflecting the world he dreams of burning.
Her eyes glow softly with the dim dreams she holds close, in mourning
He longs to engulf the world around him before it swallows him whole.
She lights everyone up slowing melting them down as they join her in the puddle of wax on the floor
He burns through everyone's walls, leaving nothing but ashes behind.
Her walls seem strong but they are made of smoke, when it clears she has only the singed edges left to die.
He doesn't need walls for no one can challenge him, he sparks dangerously at every opportunity for connection.
Her flame flickers day to day as people try to wash out her fire, and spit on the coals that keep her inspired.
He tries to escape by extinguishing the world, he burns as bright as he can before he is washed out.
She knows her power but she is at her wick's end.
He knows he is close to combustion, running on fumes, spite, anguish, and anger.
She sighs as the smoke never cleared only clouded into a steamy bath, evaporating at last
Once the flame finally flickers away
And the blow of the explosion has inevitably expired.
They are left in darkness with the kind of pain no one desires.
No fire left within, no pushing force, nor blazing power left to wield.
They stumbled across legendary landscape, climb mountains and cross seas, only to find that they never needed to burn the world or slowly melt it down
All they had to do was let go to become found.
The firefight they started was not meant for you or me, only to represent the fires that burn out eventually.
Fire could be transcendental but here it was only detrimental. We all know the dangers of playing with fire, but here we must acknowledge the devastation that transpired.
The fighting called itself a motivator when all it really inspired was ruining what was once desired.
We burn, we break, she gave fake smiles, while he grew fake hate.
She allowed herself to expire, and he thought burning bridges would get him higher.
These are not shoes to fill, nor footsteps to follow, it's just an example of the stories that leave you hollow.