I Burn In Scolding FlamesAfter every draft, I burn in scolding flames, a letter to you that you will never read; a magnitude of confessions, emotions and thoughts. A multitude of arsenals, an array of literary weapons; arguments embodied in paragraphs, statements hidden in the clean sheath of the white page.My thoughts poured out into physical existence; lead weighted down onto a page to represent the many confusions of my mind; a foothold of opinion to further grasp a clear understanding.And yet, after every draft, I burn in scolding flames, a letter to you that you will never read.I lash out onto the paper; arsenal flying; all troops armed for battle; ready to defend the cause at all costs. My words fly from my mind onto the white wash sheet, thoughts forming words, words forming sentences, sentences explaining thoughts. Upon the battlefield I command my soldiers; they rush for their positions, and stand strong; every sentence an honest confession, every battalion an honest thought.I pour out my heart in
Your MemoryIt haunts me.Those memories,Those happy times.All of it.Haunting me,And what would be,My happiness.Every moment,I spent with you,Now a mere memory,A nightmare,Haunting my thoughts,Like a ghost,Haunts a house.Every second,Every wasted,Glorious second,I spent with you,Now a mere mistake,My haunting past,Haunting quietly.You haunt me.Your memory,Your face,Your voice,Your touch,Forever haunting me,Forever whispering.Happiness,Hard to come by,Shows itself,To me,Then is torn away,As your memory returns,Haunting again.But I am strong,I'm not scared,I will survive,I will overcome,The pain you once were,The horror you now are,The ghost you turned in to.