Pyromania

Heat and light surround

Drowning out all outside sound

Oranges, yellows, and reds

All dancing together above their heads

Popping and snapping is all I hear

When it’s like this, I feel no fear

Watching my creation dance in the dark

All of it just from one little spark

I feel a smirk make its way to my face

Now everyone’s been put back in place.

I just stare as they cry out

So much panic heard in just one shout

They feel panic, I feel numb

I watch the flames and begin to hum

The song we wrote when we were young

And everything was as bright as the sun

Sitting and singing ‘Sweet Child of Mine’

And picking berries of the vine

I stay until they put out my flames

Running away to avoid their claims

Of my guilt, I’ve done nothing wrong

My flames are simply my soul’s song.


Comments:
 
mvvenkataraman   mvvenkataraman wrote
on 6/6/2012 11:10:02 AM
The poetry is outstanding, I truly enjoyed reading it, After a long time, I could read a fine poem.

rbouncha   rbouncha wrote
on 6/7/2011 11:29:11 PM
sounds like your writing style are similar to Edgar Allan Poe.

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