Drawn out of the darkness
I saunter, curious, into the
Shimmering night
Inhale parching heat
Thoughtlessly
Bathe in the flickering light
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Screams of fate flood my mind
As the world launches into
Faltering flight
Searching for answers
Escape, a word culled from
My mouth for peace of mind
π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯
Nothing left to do
On this run
But set my paltry flesh alight
No tangible past
No viable road
Invades my sight
π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯
Palpable chaos disturbs my final respite
Pouring from the broken jar
Luxuriant oil
Steeped with hyssop and rose
Anoint my scalp
And await my due
π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯
A spark flown in on the
Winds of change
Ignites the accelerant
Clothing me in a cloak of flames
Scorching the venom
Writhing in my veins
K. B. Silver
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.




Comments (2)
The imagery here is absolutely breathtaking! The way you weave darkness, light, and fire together creates such a visceral transformation.
Got big Doors vibes from the title and subtitle