Ramblings

Drowning in Flames

To write you a poem feels like a loss,
yet I strive onwards and still look down.
My shadow, I have yet to cross,
for in your whispers, I could drown.
Once, burning with Olympic fire,
you chose the rules with your desire.

I still recall when you showed me the sun;
you moved it closer to shine upon me.
It lit my match, I was undone,
thought I could find my way at sea.
In spoken words, I found the liar.
I saw myself, my love grew higher.

Yet when truth is seen through lies and deceit
and one cord is cut with a salty knife,
no more is that which plagued me beat;
an endless circle is my life.
So wrap me up in poison wire
till one day, you shall feel my ire