SMOULDERING INFERNO
Society set her on fire,
Burnt her down to ashes.
Her roses died,
Her life was pried.
What they didn't see,
Was the tiny ember.
Hidden in the remnants of her,
Burned down life.
The spark ignited;
Into a smouldering inferno.
An untouchable flame, too bright.
Her vehement fire attracted the society.
The society which once,
Burned her and stomped on her ember.
But she gladly gave them warmth.
For she was like that, kind and generous.
They revelled in her warmth,
In selfish greed and arrogance.
She could care less about them,
For she was soaring on wings of fire,
To heights unattainable by others.
DU LIEST GERADE
Bruised Melodies
Poesia"A place where jaded souls, Dance to bruised melodies, Is where you'll find me." --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The poems in this book can...
