Wednesday, October 19, 2011

My Soul Cry

Tears cannot quench
This fire that has been set
Even as they spill recklessly
The burning grows
Until I face a future of ashes.

My blood is angry and alive

Thirsting with passion
Boiling with the pain
I feed it
Pulsing through me
With undeniable hunger.

And here I remain
Calm and placid
But for the occasional torrent of tears
That rush forth uninvited
Pulling me down
Into the raging fire.