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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I feel this blazing fire inside, I’m feared and unable to run and hide- My sight grew dim and completely gray, for the love in my heart has died, and I’ve been hot on this cold Winter day. There is an empty pit full of a flame, but I only have myself to blame- When the fever rushes I rant and rave, full of insecurity and shame, for it is my essence I couldn’t save. It’s the kind of heat that makes you shiver, so intense your soul can’t stop the quiver- When the chilled breeze comes I cry, for it only stings like a wooden sliver, I have to stop and ask myself why. Maybe the fire reminds me of you, all the red-hot things you put me through- Or could it be it brings relief? Oh, what’s a pitiful woman to do… when she’s lost all hope and belief. Kindled embers have come to stay, they spark the sadness brought today- When you come around there’s no condition, and I can never find a decent way, to stop my heart from this ignition. Stimulated burning, my pale skin sears, I think of the love held for all those years- Scorching and baking, my body cooks, and I start to drown in salty tears, up in flames goes my journal books. Wounds and scars from all the inflammation, I’m so ungrateful for your creation- Agonizing over the loss of affection, as this fire brings a fervent sensation, torrid is out intense broken connection. I feel this blazing fire inside, and in the pit of hell I must confide- Oh, if only I could drown in a reverie, this heat would diminish, I’d be satisfied… but this love I’ve lost has left me fiery. The Fore Inside Contest November 12, 2017
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