Kayla Peterson

If You Want It - Poem by Kayla Peterson

Bruised and broken with bated breath
You harness the wild stallion of hate
You feel your fingertips siering
With the heat of anger
Your bones are bending
Seated in painful suspense
Before bursting fourth in pleasing sharpness
You laugh as the blood flies
To the walls that imprison you
You spin in circles
Trying to spill in to nothingness
Your dizzy head brings you to the floor
Amoungst your soft colored sheets you start a fire
The same fire that has been burning you all along
Watching it burn you inhale the perfumed scent
Of lost love and hope
But the fire turns against you
As fire tends to do
And you are engulfed
Now you have your nothingness.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 7, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 23, 2011

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