I Arose
I arose
I arose from the fire
And saw nothing but dust
Swaying in the wind,
which gust wildly from left to right
And right to left
I arose from the fire
And saw no water;
The lakes and oceans
Dried up, like desert oasis
In the plain silent seas of love
I arose from heartbreak and sorrow,
To await for me on the tops of golden caped mountains
for me much more heartbreak and sorrow
That arises with the flames,
Follows not a storm of water, to sooth the sorrow,
But more fire to endure the pain of heartbreak
I arose to dust and ash
In a nightmare called “life”
And it was hell,
It still is hell,
But I still arise to a new day in hell.
-11-16-2013-
Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013
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