Fire

Should I..

Should I kill my fervor and move on?

I’ll burn my forests and stop my heart..

 

I’ll let the fire die..

It’ll burn out..

 

I’ll let the fever pass..

I’ll succumb to this crippling..

 

Following these self-indulgent fools..

No sanctuary..

 

I’ve edged these words into my heart

 

I’ve cut the corners..

 

A scattered oblivious fool..

 

That’s me..

 

I should just kill myself..

 

If this is redemption and recovery..

I’d rather cut my wrists and be left for dead..

 

Leave me be..

I am nothing..

I know nothing..

I will always be nothing..

Author's Note

Honest Opinion..
Fallen Out

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Direct and honest poetry. Easy to give up. Hard to keep going. I like the old logic. What you will miss. You won't know if you are dead. You create reaction and thoughts in the poem. Always a pleasure to read your words. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Dayran]

The high and lows in life come and go ... but each time ... its always a new high and a new valley of streams ... birds ... flowers ... deer and antelope. By such a way ... life is always renewing itself. Nice ...