Saturday, January 1, 2011

Fire

Fire
A Poem by Raederle Phoenix
2004
Written Sophomore Year


I am
dazed with rage and fire
confused like my,
adrenalin’s caged with my left foot in my grave,
the fire on my back-burner has been turned to blaze;
head spinning crazed for days,
my blood runs over burning holes in my cage,
forever and even slowly becoming an eternity...

And now eternity is my certainty to absolutely get the best of me,
as I stand here,
foul and anything but near,
I feel a single tear,
and the only thing I can hear
is my own voice cracking,
slacking and out of tune,
I feel myself backing,
stuck in this new place,
trapped and recapped,
slapped and snapped,
now corrected never quite perfected.
This thought is over dissected,
inaccurately selected,
suggested to just let these words fall directed
to this interjected lack of security and uncertainty.
Will it now get the best of me?

So I’m destroying the cage,
busting out of this maze,
a labyrinth I’ve been stuck in since my early days.
Until the fire in me dies out,
until the child in me cries out,
until I decide to turn the lights out.
I’ll stand here,
right here,
telling all of you my feelings,
to anyone so near,
that happens to hear,
anyone here willing to follow and give me their ears.

So now my only fear,
is left for you all to hear,
is that my words will disappear,
never heard,
thought absurd,
couldn’t be referred,
to the place I belong in,
the place I’m gonna drown in,
the place I will die in,
if only you would listen,
head me,
let me lead thee,
to my place,
with my face,
for your race,
I’ll lend you my grace just so that my rage can be let out of it’s cage
with fire ablaze,
and they’ll hear my rage,
no matter their age.

All so that my fear to disappear wont become reality to challenge me,
destroy me,
and all become too clear that my fear has come true,
right in front of you.
I will disappear and no one will hear.

Yes, in this mess,
a message to hear,
I’m disappearing.
Yes, in this mess,
a message to hear,
I’m disappearing.
Yes, in this mess,
a mess to hear,
I’m disappearing.
Yes, a mess,
a mess to hear,
I’m disappearing.
Yes, a mess,
I’m disappearing.
Yes, I’m
disappearing.
I’m disssssssssss . . .


~ Raederle Phoenix

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