Free verse poem--That's all I'm going to say; I don't like to spoil the plot. |
Although her mind runs fluid Like the vast waters of the open ocean Full of life with the vivid imagery like that of an undersea kingdom Her heart burns bright with the intense fire Of all the pride and glory she feels of her inner self The purgatory of self indulgence she houses within her being But where there is light, also within lies the darkness of the past she can't erase Because when the oceans run dry, lay exposed the thoughts she tried to drown But couldn't, for they were never hers to kill And at times, the metropolis of flames is overtaken by these shadows Consumed by them, fizzling out as if deprived of all oxygen, suffocating under the Cimmerian shade It is when both of those things occur simultaneously When her entire Earth fades to black And the cracks in that Earth open themselves up To reveal the molten convulsion, running thick with fraudulence and deceit And when the lava of lies overflows and runs onto the surface It turns every joyous memory into blackened soot And when the eruptions subside and all seems peaceful The ashy remains of those memories Are whisked elsewhere by the melancholy winds which blow and lead them far away To an entirely new world Where the cycle can begin anew |