Close To The Flames Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Too farce,
Too mundane
Too sick or just
Too sane

These are the trivialities
I face as I write
Too close to the fires
I walk over the bent curbs,
The jagged roads
The thorny pavements
And the screeching howls
Of the battered doors

In this continuum
Of stark and severed dreams
I shed my faith
As my heart flutters away
Into hollow chasms.

Too near,
Or
Too far

If you wander too close
To the fire,
The paths light up
If you saunter far from
The flames
That are snared to
Petrified pillars,
The paths die
In the caliginosity
And you are lost.

Sometimes it takes
A soul
To endure the scorches
Of fire
Just to know where
You are