Scorching light
fill my eyes with ash.
They fall in silence,
so strike another match.
It shall be in vain.
Author notes
tehe.
A contest entry
- quickie III - fire by Salty Hibiscus.
400 points, ended January 21, 2009, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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teehee.
imagery is good, and i can see it in my brain - strike a match and be drawn to the fire itself. nice job. good luck in my contest.
