Fire Anger
Her anger inside of her
Fills her thoughts, creeps
On the edge of her vision,
It fills her movements.
Her fingers tingle. She sees
Fire around her, surrounding
Her. What she smells is
Burning wood. It's everywhere.
She tastes smoke and ashes
Every time she eats, when she
Opens her mouth. She is hot,
Even on the coldest days.
She feels pain. She is tired
And worn, every step full of
Lead. Her head aches,
Her heart beats irregular.
The only colours she sees
Are red, orange, yellow
The world around her moans,
Crackles, roars in never ending light.
Sometimes it moves quickly,
Spreading like the wildfire
That it is. The
Fire flickers, famished.
Sometimes it moves slowly,
Crawling creepy across the
Ground with fingers, leaving rot
And decay where it touches.
Ordinary fires are put out
With water. That is the
Solution. But there is
No solution for this fire.
No amount of water will
Put this out. This fire spills
Out of a rupture in the
Heart, pierced with a knife.
Perhaps this fire, this
Wild, uncontrolled fire, need
Not water, but someone
To hold her hand.
My Mistake
I don't need you, that's what I keep thinking.
But then I'm lost, I'm so unsure
I think of you and falter.
Where are you? You're never near. I need help,
I need your faith. I'm never strong without you.
There's no hope now, I keep crying, the pain goes so deep...
The flowers thorns, they are so sharp, you used to be my cure.
The clock is ticking, my hope is dying, but still I trust in you.
Why does true love hurt so much, it never did run smooth...
You gave me that locket, yes I still wear it.
But at night it burns my skin, I need your healing touch.
I said the wrong thing, I know. I hurt you.
When we fought, you always yelled.
What else could I do?
My patience is wearing thin; my exhaustion growing.
I love you so much...
I'm sorry.
Helpless
Everyone lashes out at me: There is no shield I can hide behind. My place of solitude has been invaded; I must seek another. Now I float, unprotected, in a world of spears, trying not to get hurt, but getting scrapes nevertheless. Where is my world of securities? How can I build an armour out of nothing? My hope were thrown in the dirt and stepped upon. I was stupid, and didn't tale any precautions. I should just give up - but I musn't. There is nothing else I can do, but I cannot lose hope.
The Other World
Imagination is strange thing. Sometimes it is so strong, so compelling, pulling you into its depths, voices and things from the real world are beyond notice. Sometimes you just want to reach out and touch it, but your hand goes right through. But maybe your grasp on the real world slips, because you do get a small, fragile grip on the other world. But this grip can be a dangerous thing, because from both the imaginative world and the real world can launch assaults on the mind.
