Rainfall, tumbling flame,
Blaze, all trails remain,
Thrashing tongues searing,
Take breath.
Scalded, bathed in tears,
Burn, through paths of years,
Piercing nails of fire,
Take breath.
Stream, a scorching flow,
Char, deeper than they know,
Twisting halo of the sun,
Take breath.
Torrent, inferno in disguise,
Combust, come be the wiser,
Stabbing heat of the end,
Take breath.
Water, the angry cry,
Boil, blistering over eyes,
Rising steam burning,
Take breath.
YOU ARE READING
Soft Curses of Angels - Volume 3 - Vaudevillian
PoetryThe "journey to middle age" part of my chronological anthology of bad poetry. Estimated age at time of writing 24-28. I both thank and apologise to any soul who takes the time to read these.
