Jagged flames shimmer
Like a serrated knife,
A magnificent danger
Built by one man’s strife.
Surrounding him with safety
His barriers burn tall,
An entrancing glory,
A most lethal wall.
Breathtaking fireworks,
Like a bomb they tick,
Glorious flares beckon
Enticing me with magic.
So serene and calm
The fire cradles him there,
Safety from agony,
Shelter from despair.
It is beside him
That I long to stand,
Willingly I approach
When he offers me his hand.
Engulfed within his rampart,
Distracted by its majesty,
I barely even notice that
I’ve been burned completely.
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Wow Carrie, this is a really powerful poem. Well done. 🙂
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Thanks so much, Dom! I found an old journal of mine the other day. It was just filled with inspiration. I had forgotten all about it. 🙂
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The burning, it never stops, does it? I really enjoyed this, Carrie! 🙂
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I’m like a moth to a flame…
Thank you, Joe!
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