Eternal Flames

by Ashleigh Skye   Nov 24, 2005


White hot flames,
are licking at my feet,
as I'm running in circles,
through a burning street.

I see people on the sidewalks,
not even a sweat from the flame,
while my hair is scorched and my feet are burned,
I'll never feel the same.

My vision is clouded by the smoke,
while everyone around me proceeds unharmed,
my body is starting to panic,
while everyone else is un-alarmed.

I'm getting tired from running,
for I see nothing but flames and smoke,
my mind cannot even think straight,
so I missed the tiny voice who spoke.

"I'm sorry but she is gone,"
said the faint voice from somewhere elsewhere,
and the flat line beeped in the hospital room,
while my family sat and stared.

They stared at my lifeless body,
which was now running through smoke and flames,
cursed for eternity,
because of my many games.

The flames cannot kill me,
for I gave up and decided to try,
instead it burns away my soul,
and the pain just amplifies.

Forever I must keep running,
or face the pain I put others through,
and I can't take that feeling,
so running is what I must do.

Still running through burning streets,
with the fire catching up quick,
all because of the lies I told,
and the dirty little tricks.

So put out your own fire,
while you still have the chance,
because if you're not careful,
on your heels the flame can prance.

You will get double the pain,
that you gave out during your time,
and nothing can save you when the flame starts to burn,
cause you fed the flame over time.

So please extinguish your flame,
while it's still hidden from your view,
unless you like running,
from a flame that will soon consume you.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Void

    That was really good. Over all, I loved it. It was uniquely written with a good rhtyhm and even imagery, I loved the images of flame that entered my mind. Great job there! The only complaint I have, is one that you don't even have to worry bout, I'm only nit-picking. These lines used the same word to rhyme and flow. and the middle line was much to long to keep up with the great flow you had before:

    that you gave out during your time,
    and nothing can save you when the flame starts to burn,
    cause you fed the flame over time.

    (note: the flow just means u want to make the middle line shorter, with less syllables so that we can rhyme it in a one breathed flow...sort of, lol I hope you get what I mean, if not I'm always here to answer questions. Feel free to disregard everything, as I am no expert, I just thought I'd share my thoughts. Great write though! I hope to see alot more from you over time :) )

  • 18 years ago

    by AlexJ

    Wow! I kinda drew a parallell to "a christmas story"... You know the one where Mr scrooge is visited by his old collegues ghost who's wearing a chain of the size of all the bad stuff he's done... !!! hehe well ! Very well written! Nice job!

  • 18 years ago

    by Justin

    I like it good poem

  • 18 years ago

    by master of shadow

    Great poem, super imagery. you told it very well.

  • 18 years ago

    by Cady

    Amazing.
    Excellent.
    Bravo!
    I reallly like this.
    I could imagine it all in my head.
    Your an amazing writer.