fires burning make you cold,
nothing here to gain.
rainbows soon discoloured,
silver moonlight vanished in the haze.
sunshine wavers into darkness,
struggle with emotions in the maze.
darkness brings relief,
death revives the soul,
ashes burn you to the core,
lost in a nasty hole.
Whitesnakes do it better in One Shot
6 comments:
*hands Whitesnake a spade*
Excellent poem babe xxxx
Great poem. "pleasure or wanted pain" wow, what a line. It makes me think about how good we have it in this day ad age, that we hunger for hardships. Or something like that.
Anyways, I really liked this one.
Miranda<3
Dark and rich imagery--the photo appears to be war-related? But the poem seems about a more personal darkness--of course, one can spawn the other. Good write, either way.
death revives the soul~ these words linger in me. Great poem. Stirs many thoughts.
thank you
nice...there are some really great lines to this one...and depth of feeling...
Good images, solid work.
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