Brian Campbell

Rookie (Nashville, TN)

The Closest Fire Burned On The Lake - Poem by Brian Campbell

The closest fire burned on the lake.
My iron heart that night split
Into tiny pieces for you to take
And hold in requiem of memories bit
By innocence taken.

I watched your eyes for hours
And you never saw my stare.
You sat down among the flowers
Transfixed by the colored air
Into satin hues.

My heart melted into watery hell
And left me torn from memories fake.
Finding angels that long had fell
The closest fire burned on the lake.
I swam alone.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

I was watching the Tennessee river from a hotel room balcony at around midnight. I saw the lights of a bridge reflecting fire itself into the river. My friends were around and talking about dating and breakups and whatnot, so I decided I had my inspiration. Out came this poem.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 26, 2013



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