BurningA Poem by TaylerDoes every poem have to have a point? For this poem, you read it and decide the point :)Elusive fire, burning bright Swallow all with fearsome might.
Dancing shadows, playfully swirl Cold, dark fingers, gently uncurl.
Caressing my cheek, it pulls in me Swallowing fears, making me thin.
I'm nothing now, nought but a dream, Fallen apart, fell through the seams,
Escape this dungeon, this hungry hole, Steal back lives, make them whole.
© 2009 TaylerAuthor's Note
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