Slowly I Burn
Vehemence has ignited the heat
and slowly I burn
for I cannot walk away
but still here I run
inside an imaginary procurement
chasing the sunlights
and the darkness in the coals
searching deep past those diamonds
flakes freckling your fears
an obsidian laden of mistrust
cutting off the edge of my crusade
it is not victory that gains happiness
where an euphoric whisper's detained
but the merging of chemistries
in a revolutionary poetic traverse
promises soon postulate adaptation
gazing across a knoted floor
fire reaches up as if from the Loins of Leah
not wanting to waste suffering anymore
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2018
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