LIke one step after another
Distractions bother
The image of her
Haunting for ever after.
Ghosts of things left behind
Bleeding wounds we hide.
A weariness creeping up our spine.
Wavering in the ever-changing tide.
Like the body caught fire
And everyone you met is a liar
Think a palace with Nero and his lyre
You're not home and you're tired.
Not lost - yet forever alone
Tormented - can't find a home
The fire inside the bones
Won't let it rest, it burns on.
Let it burn - the fire purifies
Someday I'll be satisfied
Won't settle for the second prize
The fire of a weary victor's eyes.
Let it burn - let it ache
Let the wind blow, the ground quake
I am the master of my fate.
Won't give up until I'm safe.
Burning, blazing wreck
Won't take a reality check
These my fingers - take the flak
My mind is master - I will not break.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem