Where Has My Fire Gone?

Fixed behind shallow blue eyes lies my raveled demise. Cigarette smoke burns my eye as I turn to lying to myself about the lives of others and their fire of life. Where has my fire gone? Where does it burn?

Maybe my life needs to make a new turn so I learn what the path less traveled causes me to earn. Something new, something I yearn... beyond my abilities.

But in this facility I've lost reality and all my dreams will stay as dreams if I cease to seek the way. Maybe another day, when the sway of grass turns the other cheek. Maybe then I could fulfill the scenery that calls for more greenery and sunshine.

What can I call mine when most of me is mimed and timed just right to make it seem like I believe all the recycled things that have been thrown at me?

They say write what you know so I picture the slow row of night inching towards daylight and how the songs of longing love teach me a lesson of what can glow.. I write of sadness and madness but never of happiness.

Where has my fire gone? Where is my perfect song? In life I'll search for who I am and what I can, but in the end I'll see what I've bent and turn over the time I've spent and become filled with guilty regrets.

Reviews

[Hiddenfire]

Everyone has that moment where they stop and think who am I, what am I doing, or as you put quite well where is my fire? The answer is one that I find can never be given away once found but requires each person to go through and answer it themselves. It was a fun and thought provoking read, thanks for it.

[Wolfwind]

Me thinks that everyone has had moments of feeling these emotions that you bring forth here upon this canvas. I believe that the fire hides until it is needed again, similar to the hero only showing up when the world is about to end... Or I could go with a more interesting idea that the fire lies behind door number 3, which must be opened only after three doors have been drawn upon a sidewalk out of colored chalk. =) In any case, your ink crafts a tale of deep reflection that captures and makes us all wonder about our own spark.

Great Ink!
Aaron