Burning Poem by Glory Sasikala
Burning
Consuming my soul is a flame
Burning, burning
Till I am nothing but a burning flame.
While the hand that lit me has long since gone,
I burn.
Frustrated with my burning,
Wanting to die out and not knowing how,
I burn.
Leaning towards the wind to be put off,
But just increasing in strength
I burn.
To what end I burn I do not know -
When it is to my benefit that I turn as cold as ice.
I pray to God to turn me into anything but this burning flame -
For with tears in my eyes and helplessly,
I burn.
Wow, great! Just a thought here: God, it is said, is a consuming Fire, slowly burning away what is not truly us, revealing and leaving only what really is us. I like your poem VERY much! You are a deep thinker.
You've been reading my work, and that means so much to me. What more could a poet ask for? Love your thought. I haven't thought of it that way. That's deep and comforting. Thank you so much!
A poem really burning in emotions. Blessed be you. Congratulations
Congratulations for your selection as poet of the day. For this lovely poem.5 stars
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Thank you so much!