Firey Agony Silently

Please excuse my putrid frame 
Clutching my face as I collapse 
My eyes glaring red into my grasp

Silent violence 
Ever bleeding in a garden 
Like a burning violet 
Within myself I am hiding 

But nothing seems real
It's all so surreal 
Fire in flower fields 
That's just the way It feels

It dies as soon as it flies
So hold me as the images creep back into my eyes 

I've burned up my beauty
Turned my dreams to ash 
Gone is everything I once had
In the flames I dance  
Grasping for the embers of my past
I'm a mosaic made of shattered glass 

And still you trust the fool in the flames
Flailing failing burning bleeding crying smiling   
Dancing with knives in his eyes
And bloody fists full of butterflies

And for that I have thanks
Ill grin and bear it till my teeth break
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Agustin Avatar
May 29, 2026 at 5:02 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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