Will it not
someday leave one burned to a
Fine ash of grey
power, blown about as
Dust on a wind
controlled by the other
Yet I embrace
these feelings blindly
With my head stuck
in the sands of life
Thinking the fire
will not consume me
As embers and flames lick at my heart
As embers and flames lick at my heart
4 comments:
It's what we all do - run toward the flame (except when we don't).
Lynn:
So true I and sometimes all of us think this will be forever.
I'd like to get to the sand at some point- Just to sit on it tho!
Snaggle:
sometimes getting there is not worth the trip.
Thanks for dropping by.
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