Our Fire

Here in an instant.
Gone in the next.
How can a flame burn like an inferno,
Then die down to a flicker?
All it needs is one good spark to ignite it again but instead,
You keep trying to blow it out.
I turn myself into a wall,
Blocking your blows.
Trying to keep my little flicker alive
For as long as I can.
Frantically searching for the metaphorical sticks
To rub together...
But as I'm searching,
You sneak around me and when i go back to check,
Our fire's out.
Nothing but a thin, rising line of smoke remains.
You killed it.
And along with it,
Any chance of our happiness.
Leaving me to sit in the dark alone...
And cry....

Reviews

[serpent]

a piognant write... love like love is worth fighting for...
the way you stood like a wall to protect what's your is inspiring...and brings a sense of pride and power to this piece....
however some battles are not decided by their outcomes..its about the way you fought them...

[GTVile]

Ugh, you know, males are perpetually bad at doing that. I did that myself countless times and can't really explain why. Anyway, you did a great job of detailing everything through a consistent and appropriate metaphor. Very good.

[Babe Roxx]

Excellent work...yes , a very poignant write, deep from the soul.

[reminder]

What beautiful words! Very Lyrical. Your imagery is so vivid and intense Well done!