Searing Numb Fire scorches the spirit of beloved light, screams of horror joy confusion and lust mesh together, blend with the air like a strand of hair. Some rejoice, others repent, for what we do not know but are forced to see, lifts our oblivious souls into the new state of being, not determined, hindered, halted by the onslaught of knowledge. The flame is spent, dry and crisp, snapping off the grain of our time and falling into the abyss of knowledge and ignorance. My friend persuaded me to enter this poem into this big national contest back in sept apparently it's in the finals & I'm going 2 have it published for free I'm also going 2 get a cash prize it's really funny because i don't like this poem, I don't consider it one of my best works so to speak... but i guess other people like it so......respond
