The Burning Ice
I am the fire
behold the pyr
My blood burns red-
Forgive my transgressions
and my attention
Slowly becoming dead
I thought I could with stand
the cold in your hand
Little did I see
you were burning me
It hurt and I flattered
the cold shouldn't
have mattered
Sweet pain of release
My fire slowly dying
yet I am un-crying
I am weak
slowly
so slowly
being diminished
And then you're gone
like the season
i am the fire
watch the pyr
die and slowly fade
Copyright © J. Grey | Year Posted 2016
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