Mellow Fire - Poem by sharana r
Playing with fire-goes a saying.
But never really experienced it
Until that day,
When things that seemed to be true
turned to be a big bag of lies.
That was charred into existence,
when awakened from a slumber.
That was induced by ignorance.
Taking everything at face value.
Caring about people
without any sort of expectations.
Feeling everything around you
to be filled with veracity.
Is a fool's dream that was reality.
Wanting to be good
even though not being perfect.
Was something that was strived
To be achieved.
But who knew that
goodness with imperfection came with a price.
A price too exuberant that's paid
when trust comes easily.
All part of the territory called friendship.
A forged bond of two people
committed to an iron clad agreement
Of faith and fellowship.
Only to know that fellowship
is something thats dispensable
when time comes for the,
Serrated blade of betrayal
to be inserted into the very back
that held the connectivity of two people.
Once stabbed...it had a gleam
and shined like a red flame
too bright to look at as you
realize its the ember of friendship
that signified the scorched heat
you feel after the aftermath
Like a soft inferno raging mellowly
It burns slowly and disappears
without a bang,
that will later take its course
once senses seep into the self.
To make the feeling of betrayal
Become a dawned reality.
Comments about Mellow Fire by sharana r
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Mary Elizabeth Frye