Eyes That Tell A Story

This poem was written during a period where i was too hot tempered and i was trying to write my anger out and ultimately cool it but coming to a realisation that my emotions are what make me who I am.

Flickering fire that burn those who glare into it
So hot
It may even burn your soul if not handled carefully
The charcoal
So hot
It glows an infinite colour of red and orange
Giving off a distinct smell that warms your body when breathed in
Asa told me
'There's a fire on the mountain'
But she lied!
That fire was within me
Within my soul
But shown in my eye
I tried to quench it but the winds from a far land kept blowing
Keeping the fire alight
Giving the fire fuel
So I plunged into the deep blue until there was no fire
Only soft patterns of patterns
And softer colours of soft colours
Floating by things which can only be perceived by the mind as it is so intricate
So Outstanding
At this point I realise
That without fire there would be no me
But it was too late
Too late to save the fire
Too late to save myself.

P'O

Author's Note

I hope you enjoy it even though its short, but u know what they say short and sweet =] I would love to hear your opinions, Thankyou.