Brewing beneath the surface
A fire ever burning
The slightest splash of fuel sends the flames soaring
Towards the sky
A blaze that cannot be controlled
Incinerating everything in its path
Lurking in the dark corners
An urge ever whispers
The slightest spark sends desire screaming
Through the veins
Actions too quick for thought
Rivers running red
Pumping through sinking vessels
Blood ever flowing
The slightest drop spilled sends more pouring
Through the cracks
A flood too fierce to dam
Dragging into damnation
Crashing into walls built high
A façade ever present
The slightest love sends bricks tumbling
To the ground
A damage irreparable
Threatening the entire system
Sewing up the holes
Now nothing is permanent
The fire still burns
The rivers and the flood still red
But now there is a blue
That stems the flow
And quenches the flames
I don't believe
Things will ever be the same
Because you showed kindness
When others showed hate
And you were early
When others were too late
You were the eye
And I, the storm
You let me rage and helped it end
And though all I'd known was foes
In you, I found a friend.
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The Dark And Day
PoetryDuality exists in every aspect of our lives. Light and dark, good and bad, pain and pleasure. Our souls are bared through our words, our own duality revealed. || Poetry Anthology || || Awards || 2nd Place in Poetry - Pawsome Awards 2022 © Ethan Embe...
