A Flame's Farce
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
Poetry Slam:
This poem is about:
Me