When I thought of the Flame
Deep into that darkness flickering
I awoke
Flame - tormentor of my dreams
My passion is the ablaze flammability
In a kingdom full of burners
The day my soul grew caring
I heard a lullaby, splendid romancing
'Romance!' chuckled I, 'Yes Romance!'
My mind always strays to storms
Somewhat louder than the chance
Trance, trance!
I awoke
The day my soul grew silent
Pain - tormentor of my dreams
I brave the soundless, sweet nothing
Back into my memories, doubting
I crave the collateral, clear conviction
Darkness - tormentor of my dreams
In there, stepped a secure ‘satisfaction’
I felt a warm, incandescent glowing
Comfort - tormentor of my dreams
My certainty, I could not awaken.
About the Creator
Elizabeth Rodriguez
Very compelling, hard working, semi-procrastinator here with dreams and aspirations to create, protect, and inspire in this crazy, painful, beautifully flawed, wonderful life.
Love always.
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This poem is a journey in senses- light/dark, sound/silence, comfort/pain. It's beautiful.