We burn.


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More,
is far too less,
for us.

Hungry hearts,
can’t ever seem,
to get enough.

We let our,
desires burn,
black holes,
into our chests.

We seek pleasure,
at every turn,
hollow shells,
of consumed requests.

We can’t see,
the trail of flames,
we leave behind,
clouds of ash,
blind our eyes.

We only want,
someone to tame,
to hold our hand,
and rescue us,
from the destructive,
grip of fame.

But until we find,
something to fill,
the void inside,
someone who feeds,
our flame at night,
we keep on burning,
through this life.

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35 comments

  1. That time is so shite ! Well orchestrated

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  2. Beautifully penned. πŸ™‚

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  3. Love the metaphors. Absolutely nice.

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  4. This was superb!

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  5. Loved this!
    Hope you have a beautiful and Happy New Year πŸ™‚

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  6. This English teacher is impressed! Nice!!!

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  7. Simple yet deep at the same time. Sort of an ambiguous feeling, wanting life one way but needing the muse of the other direction. This is an excellent expression to show conflict, want and perhaps selfishness.

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  8. A beautiful way to bring in the New Year ~ great post and photo. Cheers to a great 2016.

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  9. Love this! Beautifully written. ❀️

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  10. Thank you for following Storyteller. — Ray

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