In the cold night of stars and mist
the tears continued to burn their way down,
like trails for the fire to follow
and set ablaze my skin.
Already I can feel my body burning
and my soul enlarged with bitter rage,
is the price of your freedom.
Yet through this dark, consuming exertion,
I brought you from your own hell
and guided you the way back to me,
yet I could never feel my amor again.
I felt my heart beat within me,
the beating, the music I lived to,
I hold on to the last of my reserved strength
and hold on tightly to my comfort
| I liked this, it was good with nice imagery, kind of dark in nature but not a total downer, I really wanted to say though, that I felt like the armor comment was kind of out of place with the nature of the poem, and perhaps fixing that up would keep it more involving, kind of a shocker to see that kind of randomly thrown in. To me this was the tale of somone who exposed themselves, helped somone come to them, took them in, then felt exposed as a result of this, but feels they must still hold on, even in the bleakest times. Perhaps they never got what they wanted, but still feel they must try. Certainly a positive thing, in a dark place.||| Posted on 2007-02-21 00:00:00 | by Ygi | [ Reply to This ] || Very descriptive. This seems like a very old write, not in that you wrote it a long time ago, but it kind of feels like a hero retelling a tale in a love poem.||| Posted on 2006-12-26 00:00:00 | by Ygi | [ Reply to This ] || Makes me think of saving someone but using up all that you have inside yourself to do it. but you love the some much you just about die just so they live happy.I like this very much even if its old.||| Posted on 2006-09-08 00:00:00 | by 3TOMANY | [ Reply to This ] |