Would you rather keep me burning?
In your flame of deception I stand in a crimson haze.
Of a particular pain I linger, so helpless,
and you with a torch that controls my outcome.
You tease with a wand of heat
that will soon penetrate my flesh.
If I am to survive I will adorn the permanent scars
of this emotional fire.
Copyright 01-17-2009 ©® Sarah Sisson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love the last lines....