We held hands with mixed emotions, <br />whispered words of surreptitious acts. <br />We sat, fingers crossed, promises hidden <br />within the circle of our confinement, <br />watching the raven call our name. <br /> <br />We watched the man ingulfing in fire, <br />running aimlessly into his lies over <br />and over, <br />dodging his truths within his reality, <br />battling the demons with bits and pieces of <br />his sanity scattered among our trail. <br />We began to laugh, <br />but the more we laughed the more he cried, <br />the more we shed the the more fire was fed, <br />his flesh now gone a new man stood forward, <br />his mind was now an open book, <br />we sat and laughed. <br /> <br />We shared the same hearts, beating sin in <br />unison, <br />tears streaming of our forbidden love we hid for <br />no one to see, <br />we saw the man ingulfing in flames but never said a word, <br />if we say we will be exposed, <br />but no, <br />we won't give up. <br /> <br />We stared, unnerved, <br />as the man walked just bone, <br />and cursed us that forever we will be bound to Hell's surface, <br />but we only laughed, <br />what such a man is he? <br />But if we say we'll be exposed, <br />but no, <br />we won't give up. <br /> <br />I promised to keep the words locked up, <br />but my fingertips traced the surface of sanity, <br />and unleashed this demon within me, <br />but to write such a thing among paper to confuse <br />the audience is much more 'comforting' thing as sitting <br />watching us read psalms written across our palms to never <br />get caught, <br />but if we say that we'll be exposed, <br />but no, <br />we won't give up.<br /><br />Elizabeth Tyease Collins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/man-in-flames/
