The flame. Poem.

There is no way to deny,

The wanting of freedom,

But if it’s in the sickness,

You’re seeking the sky,

Your wings might go dry…

Your motives are ripples,

They fade and become fog,

The fire you’re brining,

Lacks the eternity log…

Your skin goes to ashes,

Your eyes turn to blood,

You tried for the masses,

Yet you have failed God…

You though it was brave,

Confused it with foolish,

Who can you save?

A false dream to wish…

And when you wake up,

The sun will shine bright,

A fresh day will come,

Birthing new flight.

Inspired by a message I got from the Empower-mE app

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