I managed to write this one in the end. I had the first two lines written down for a while ago but uni has been kicking my butt since I started and I rarely feel inspired to write anymore.
Anyway, enjoy!
A little flame follows me
Passion made flesh
With a spring to its step
And a glow in my chest
It burns its life infernal
It shows me life eternal.
Through books, through journals
Through papers and letters
Of charcoal black ink
Draped in dresses and suits
And like-minded flames
Burning with no shame.
And when it's been doused
By late summer storms
Its will, its power
Spurts one last bout
Not knowing it shall be reborn
Not knowing it will find another soul
A little flame followed me,
Passion made flesh.
And everyone saw their own
And was blinded by its red stare
But when winter finally came
We all realized it hid the End.
(January 10th, March 13th, '24)
YOU ARE READING
The Lost Dreams of a Broken Poet
Short StoryA collection of poems and short stories I write when I'm bored. Most of the themes are sad, so I hope that, in a hundred years when I'm long dead, students read them as part of their Literature lessons. XD ⚠Major character death in some stories⚠
