Did it survive? *

by Purvi Gadia   Dec 5, 2014


My insanity drove me crazy,
and that craziness spread everywhere
like fire in the woods.
And it unfortunately reached you,
only to leave me shattered and in disbelief.

The monsters in me woke up and broke all those chains of patience that bound their wrath.
Consumed in rage, my monsters tried to burn you setting everything ablaze.
Our just born friendship is in danger and only I am to blame.

The calm and coolness in you did burn out the flames engulfing me,
but did it even burn out that friendship we shared?

This new friendship is washed now,
either cleaning all the impurity that was sticking,
or washing it out for good;
and what ever the future brings, only I am to blame.

My burning heart burned me and now I'm dressed in blisters.
How could I let my heart get consumed in that raging inferno,
when flames were those fatal guns which scared me.

And now, I'm turning into embers with a little spark left,
which if not ignited will turn me into ashes, putting that spark to death.

Our friendship is either like iron, which melts and can be broken after being heated,
or it is like gold, which just purifies from an inferno.

Just tell me one thing:
did it burn too hot to survive or are there still a few embers left there?
Because I will burn all these pages to light that fire again.
And if it died,
I'll still stand here,
apologizing,
I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

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  • 3 years ago

    by uttAm

    Superb poem..i really liked the usage of methapors:)

  • 3 years ago

    by Beautiful Soul

    Agree with Michael. This poem holds a depth of questioning insanity. The metaphor here is the crazy spreading like wildfire and it is affecting everyone around you. Only time will tell if your friendship did survive. But here you are saying that you are the fire that spreads and nothing can stop you from putting you out. Too often people blame themselves for the failings of others, but it is not always our fault. You want the friendship to survive, but if it does not all you can do is apologize. I like this for the metaphors, because you didn't overplay them at all. Each stanza does a great job in detailing the poem, and through your eyes I see sadness, because you feel the friendship is not going to work out. 5/5

    • 3 years ago

      by Purvi Gadia

      Kinda right james...
      But the metaphor actually is my anger that emerged from my craziness that went out of control.

  • 3 years ago

    by Michael D Nalley

    I love the free flow and choice of words
    ....also the metaphors are fantastic

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