A Flame's Farce

Tue, 03/19/2019 - 22:29 -- jgursky

A heat with no heart, tragically dancing

Confronting nothing, as steam floods my mirror

The steam is mute, as I’m never glancing

The truth is a farce, oblivion is clearer


I looked the wrong way, and saw the mirror

I saw a dark blur, which left my eyes burned

I squinted my eyes, the truth came nearer

The truth was that I had transformed


Unguided heat made a stronger man’s forge

The flames are controlled, joyfully dancing

In place of my shame, my path did diverge

No burned scars showed, as life is advancing


Instead of building, I now open gates

Instead of destroy, now fire creates


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