I'm not sure if this has some hidden meaning. It probably does, I wrote it in a fit of writing. My longest poem by lines, counting 63! woo hoo!
I feel the rage rising up.
The flames licking my burnt body.
And all that I care about
Is you.
Water boils around me
Until I can’t feel anything.
But all that I think about
Is you.
So I open my eyes
And gray light spews forth,
Covering all I can see.
And I walk up to you,
Laughing down at me.
I can feel your breath on my face.
So I tear you down
From your high tower
And wrap my hands around your throat.
So we become one
In a black melancholy.
Can you feel me now?
I won’t back away again.
I’m making my stand.
Now you feel the fear.
Now you feel my hate.
As it boils around you, you feel it.
And you see me smile.
How do you feel now?
Still laughing?
I’m searing your flesh.
My hatred burns into you
And you can’t run now.
You see my truly,
For the first time now.
You feel my grip,
Your laughing is gone.
Your fight is losing.
You see me again.
Your vision isn’t blurry
I feel the hate
Surging through me.
My grip grows ever stronger
With each passing second.
And your body goes limp.
And then I let go.
You finally see me
For who I really am.
But blindness is still yours.
And as this transpires,
I finally see you.
I finally see me.
And nothing makes sense.
My mind is on fire
So I wait, tired.
My body aching.
A scarlet drop falls.
Sliding down my cheek,
Dropping on you.
You taste me.
My tears.
My blood.
And finally you realize
That you were always blind.
And so was I.
You can join Unsolved Mysteries and post your own mysteries or
interesting stories for the world to read and respond to Click hereScroll all the way down to read replies.Show all stories by Author:  47044 ( Click here )
Spring is coming |
