I rose up against my demons
But they beat me back down
I defiantly laughed in their face
So they destroyed me with not a further trace
From splashes to ashes
And mistrust to dust
I perish and enter the earth
Awaiting rebirth
And so gradually my flame dies
Into a grey pulp of ash and wax
Life slowly leaves me
Sliding and oozing between the open cracks
And so I rapidly burn down
Into dying embers of wax and ash
Heat slowly leaves me
Dripping between the cracks with a final splash
I stood up against my demons
They threw me to the ground
I violently rebelled in their face
And so they burnt me in the Devil's fireplace
From clashes to ashes
And disgust to dust
I perish and enter the earth
With no ounce of worth
Comments
dearest One,
the first thing I noticed was your one word title (Wax) I knew that you would take the word, thread it through the poem and then bring it home. (and you did)
there is one line that feels clunky:
(So they burnt me in the Devil's fireplace) it throws off the rhythm and balance of the verse. my favorite lines are:
And so gradually my flame dies
Into a grey pulp of ash and wax
Life slowly leaves me
Sliding and oozing down between the open cracks
good work over all!
*hugs, Sis
Could be…
I stood up against my demons
They threw me to the ground
I violently rebelled in their face
“And found” the Devil's fireplace
It tightens that verse up a lot, makes it snappy.
Just a suggestion and there’s a better 2 syllable word out there the means “to find”.
Rosewood
Thanks for your read & comment.
As I have explained to Cat, the piece is a lyric & I have written the lines specifically to have a particular vocal delivery in mind, especially with the long last lines of hopefully 11 syllables.
Thanks,
One.
Sis,
I have always ever only written one word titles. I've written over 800 pieces & they are all one word titles.
The line that feels clunky is designed specifically as a vocal & should, if I can count be 11 syllables long for vocal delivery.
Thanks as always for the read & comment,
regards
One.
Hmmmmm...
I am torn between getting all philosophical and admiration for a double- meaning, [I would use the word, entendre, but feel it is not quite what you meant]. I felt the pain of this poor soul. You have done very well with the rhyming and I find little fault with the texture of the theme. ~ Geez.
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Really nice piece
Such an incredible portrayal of angst and anguish, pain and resignation.