The beautiful you sits by the fireplace <br />Stoking the fire gently with your two-edged sword, <br />captivated, <br />You linger on the flames that cackle against the wood, <br />lobbing away the silence <br />Mingling with your sighs, they do escape <br />the warmth envelops you but you shrug it off <br />The heat lulls you to an easy sleep, but you are haunted <br />by the rushing gale beating against the window <br />Pleading, on its knees <br />its icy fists curling and uncurling each moment that you breathe <br />In the dark fumes <br />you linger on the flames, bitter, <br />Biting back tears <br />blurring the orangey hues <br />That threaten to imprison <br />you in its fiery lair.<br /><br />sebastian trench<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/let-go-7/
