Beautiful burning

Beautiful burning

A Poem by Clare Ashbury
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A dream i had

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The man of robes
Brilliant colors and layers of silk
Man of hope, man of wisdom
Yet a killer all the same

At my weaken state
I ask for no more then for forgiveness
I am on my knees at his feet
Only wanting his blessing

Yet he gives me not what I want
Only betrays me
Grabs my soul as he grabs my body
And then he won't let go

I know my fate is within his hands
I fear him
I hate him
Yet I still beg for him to forgive me

He instead buries me alive
In a box made like an oven
It glows red and hot
And I am thrown inside it

And there he buried me
With a fire beneath my coffin
And I burn..burn..burn
I feel my flesh become raw

My skin glows like fire
My flesh begins to rot and burn away
I can not cry, for I have no tears
But I scream

And then I am rescued by my brother
And a girl with an unfamiliar face
And I live slowly on
With burning skin

Yet in the end a mirror is all I have
In front of me it stands
And I dare look once and stare
And there even with burns
I am still beautiful.

© 2008 Clare Ashbury


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Added on February 12, 2008

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Clare Ashbury
Clare Ashbury

Binghamton, NY



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