It was not the time to die.

Fire burning bright around me

unaware, ready to die,

ready to be released

no longer waking to pain


Something, somewhere

who knows where

what brings my mind to life

as the flames eat my world.

Unsteady, nausea, a scream of hopelessness

and into the rain soaked night

alive, laughing sad

at God's cruelty.

I am still here.

Submitted: April 09, 2010

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i really like this. i think you would like some of my stuff.. i write similar. =]

Sat, April 10th, 2010 6:18pm


Thanks for reading. Glad you liked it. I'm going to read some of your poems tonight. Love Xav

Sat, April 10th, 2010 2:31pm

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