Doomed To Burn

Doomed To Burn

A Poem by Deron Alexis
"

when sleep runs from you and your brain conjures nightmares as if it were your enemy

"
Doomed To Burn
You struggle to stagger
to stumble through yourself
the winds scream from anguish in your ears
Their cold remarks on your 
left                and right
the bitter cold numbs your skin
and crass your should be
but cold fire burns
and there in the frost and flame
you wish it would sear you 
or at least burn you to dust
and you go on dead inside
almost alive outside
to find one place
one where fires of the hearth
are used tempered instead of hell

Humans a soul forsaken lot
instruments given to sorrow
their voices you follow
smelling wishing to taste sincerity
to banish the drizzling cloud
hanging over you to kingdom come
and they lead you through the fog
and when feet are suspended 
and hands hanging to the cliff edge 
you strain to hear or smell
the sincerity you thought was there

And your burning heart 
falls out from your chest
into the void below
and when your claws break off
and you slip off the edge
the ground in its sarcasm
kisses you coldly
and scatters your disemboweled members
your soul reassembles for still you won't die
and stained in your blood is the snow of the void
shrouded in thick gloom
the air as a prison

What to do but walk
the gloom and its thickness
burn your eyes like
smog endowed with ashes
suddenly your feet are torn open
you cut yourself on scattered pieces
the fossil, porcelain shards
of your porcelain heart
the screams of futility
bounce off the acrylic air
stifled in the carbon of your own cries
all options are taken away

At the sight of your shattered vessel
your body ignites itself inside out
your insides are vomited out as liquid flame
too blind to put your heart back together
too empty to support it in yourself
with nothing left to do
your grip porcelain shard and it blackens in the flame
"maybe" says a voice  "to slit your wrist would end it"
in truth it would be futile
for the pain brings you to life
so doomed you are 
slowly to burn
with no hope of searing or dying
Ignored into nonexistence

     
  

© 2012 Deron Alexis


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I loved the dark imagery of this piece. Definitely brings about the curse of a dark heart in an even darker world. Some of the sections of the poem didn't make sense to me. Like the wording was off somehow. It did straighten itself out with the lines to follow though. Overall, I thoroughly enjoyed this writing. As I would put it "bitter sweet".

Posted 9 Years Ago


Deron Alexis

9 Years Ago

thanks bro i'm always grateful for a read some criticism and advice
bitter sweet.....i like i.. read more
Ian Faraway

9 Years Ago

What can I say? I'm good at giving a clusterball of criticism. It's like a hairball but it's a bunch.. read more
I really enjoyed this dark poem. You have some amazing images and a great flow. I only stumbled once, at the beginning, the first stanza with this line:

and crass your should be

I have no idea what you were trying to say here, but that sentence makes absolutely no sense at all to me. Otherwise, this is a fine poem.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Ravyne Hawke

11 Years Ago

I think crass is okay.. it is the "your" that should be changed to "you"
Deron Alexis

11 Years Ago

lol scatter brain didn't realize, my apologies
Ravyne Hawke

11 Years Ago

no worries dear =) I have that scattered brain feeling quite often myself.
Wow! This was amazing :) I love the flow of this how it tells of pain in the night, well could be day as well. Hanging from the cliff and falling. I have felt these before and it is scary even in my dreams...Very good job on this:)

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Deron Alexis

11 Years Ago

lol yeah but i wasn't asleep this wasn't really a dream thanks for reading glad you like it:D

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Added on December 17, 2012
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Deron Alexis
Deron Alexis

Cunupia village, Caroni, Trinidad and Tobago



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