Wild like fire

I can't breathe - you near me.
I can't feel - you freeze me.
I can't see - you blind me.
I can't hear - you enrage me.
I can't taste - you bring me pain.

I'm in a cage.
The empty lazy days pass me by.
There is laughter outside my dark imprisonment.
There are painful cries and moans at night.
You come hidden by darkness.
Your iciness always a memento...
Of what has been had before and now bleeds like the sky.

You're here and you're not.
You breathe and then you do not.
You feel me and then you do not.
You see me and then you do not.
You hear me and then you do not.
I taste you and you're gone.

Like a wildfire which finally burned out.

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

How you weave words with such a painful longing, words that seem filled with a sense of a soul's drowning in suffering sighs. This all consuming fire comes and cannot be stilled. Maravilhoso.

[Tiny Drop]

I believe words are the path to one's soul, be it in its purest or darkest form. Which is one of the reasons why I enjoy writing so much, it allows me to breath, to shed all those layers of masks we use in our daily lives and just state our emotions clearly.
Your beautifully written words reminded me of the reason why I started writing in the first place. That amazing feeling of believing simple words can be turned into worlds. Obrigada!

[An owl on the moon]

Ah, de nada! Yes, words open pathways and passages nothing else possibly can. So thankful you share your soul through your poetry, and let us all discover the deepest places of you. This is the joy of poetry, uncovering those endless worlds within, and finding where our pathways connect us all. "Porque eu sou do tamanho do que vejo
e não do tamanho da minha altura." - Fernando Pessoa

[Tiny Drop]

"This is the joy of poetry, uncovering those endless worlds within, and finding where our pathways connect us all."
Couldn't have said it any better Owl.

Words are a weapon the wielder chooses how to use and for what purpose. They can hurt, kill, save and heal. Words are powerful and dangerous beings. They connect people and uncover truths for long hidden. I hope to never forget their mightiness for they are a part of every single one of us out there. Poetry is a battle of words between the soul and reality, and this is one battle I hope to never lose. For reality is a world, one that I can paint with my soul and words again are the path to its door.

Love the "Fernando Pessoa" reference, I'm impressed!

[An owl on the moon]

It is so profoundly moving to read of your thoughts here, the power and life found in words. I heartily agree in both the beauty and danger of what words can be, for they are seeds, and each is a seed to a different plant, of fruit or poison. Your thoughts here a truly a poem in and of themselves. Ah, when I was in Lisboa I bought O Mar Sem Fim: Poemas De Mensagem by Pessoa at the Mosteiro dos Jerónimos. It is in English and Portuguese to help me learn to read. Thank you for your kindness!

[Tiny Drop]

Thank you, I actually don't usually share my words, so to speak, for anybody to read, funnily enough... but I'm glad you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing. It made me think I should share more probably.
And I do have to say I find your metaphors incredibly delightful, "words are seeds". Poison or Fruit and you can never know which will come out. Like a tree, you water it and wait for something great. You stitch words into a bundle and hope they will come alright. You hope that beyond making sense they will do something, create something, maybe a world, maybe a feeling, maybe just beautiful poetry, but then again poetry can be itself a world, a feeling and so much more. So maybe poems are seeds for something else and our mission is to figure out if they'll become poison or fruit. I find your words to be as delightful as a seed, one that will surely turn into a fruit.

I'm delighted to hear that! Fernando Pessoa is definitely an impressive writer and A Mensagem is one of his best works in my modest opinion. I truly hope you're enjoying it. Portuguese is a tough language but a true joy once you become fluent in it. The accent though will only come with time sadly. But I wish you the best of lucks!

[An owl on the moon]

So thankful that you have begun to share your words, your thoughts with us here. It can be strange at times, but poetry is such a beautiful way to reveal the depth of a soul. I so deeply appreciate your kindness, your encouragement, and your presence here at the cafe. And I promise to work hard on my Portuguese soul, accent and all! :)

[Tiny Drop]

Me too, actually. The cafe is such a great place to share thoughts and stories. You can start with just a single blank page and end up with so much more than what you've bargained for in the beginning.
I'm very glad to hear it and best of luck with that accent *giggles*

[An owl on the moon]

There is a wondrous world here, writers from every background and culture, coming together to celebrate the written word. Ate mais!