Pride

Pride

Life is but a summer bonfire,
A mass of wild heat and light;
The fire dances, feet in the coals,
Leaping among the piled logs
Roaring her laughter into the night;
And merry is the light upon the ground.

And we, we are the sparks,
Bursting from the heart of the fire.
We journey into the cold unknown
To shine our own meager light.
Searching, desperate to understand,
We wander the mystery of blackness

We float, lost in the breeze
To die alone in the darkness.

(Unsure about the title, might just go with "Sparks". Any comments you have are welcome.)

 

I dont know which part to comment on. I loved the whole thing.

 

ooh no I like pride, brings out a whole 'nother aspect to the issue

 

Made me happy~*

 

Well done, my friend, cheers!

 

Thank you all

 

I really enjoyed this poem. Somehow you move from the merry almost festive feeling of life, to the darker essence of doom as we all leave the world alone. I look forward to reading more of your work.

 

Definitely another of my favorites from you…. I could really feel the energy present and loved the way you closed it out… great job with this one!