Emotions bleed and wash away
The words I never dared to say
When walls kept tween, defining us
Like stains on abandoned canvases
Rest well my love, twill be okay
As the arsonist's bercuese gently plays
Alive it breathes, a raging fire
Like fingers brushing through her hair
Whispered intent and ravaged mercy
Gasping breath with intensity
Sometimes I give myself the creeps
I've learned, when life plays it plays for keeps
That's what I've always told myself
Puff of smoke, I’m someone else
Victor or victim, I play the game
Say what you will, I know my name
Wandering still, without a home
Win or lose, I stand alone
When surrounded by the fire
Be careful where you build your pyre
Searching for a resting peace
You must keep your demons on a leash
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (9)
I could get lost in the twist and turns of this powerful little poem. When life plays it plays for keep is such a sage warning to us all! This is definitely poetry for grown ups, Kelli. Really well done!
The Domesticated Demonic--sounds like a great title for a book, something akin to "Small Gods".
Quite picturesque your words are of this poem.
I loved this! Such intensity!
My demons have me on a leash sometimes. ;) Great poem <3 Loved the imagery <3
Great imagery - loved it!
Twine and twill had me going, nice choice. ‘bercuese’ a new word for me, I like the way it’s pronounced. A raging fire, brushing through her hair. A mix between danger and calm 🤔 Changing from one state to another, I love the way you described this to us. Giving us the contrast between victor and victim, between whispered intent and ravaged mercy. I could hear two different tones, it’s beautiful. Fire and pyre, chefs kiss! I hope you are alright Kelli. Other than that, I absolutely loved this piece. 👌🏽👏🏽♥️
Fabulous 👏
Very strong and heartfelt poem. Full of flames of deep emotions.