The White Flame Burns

I am enflamed
Crumbling like the fire that engulfs the paper.
From ashes to dust
And its the same dust that settles so coldly on my shoulder.
The snow falls so hard on the rocks below,
That it is drawing on the blood from the sea.
But this mundane mind wont have time to react
To this whirl wind I am drawing upon myself.
I am in the spotlight - causing the waves to hush when I enter.
It is me who has stolen center stage,
I have taken it.
By dazing at the paper work..
The blue prints of my life,
I try not to build a sphere..
I don't want to be like a cat chasing a light
A light that shone all too clearly when you held it.
Who are you?
I have lost the lime light - it feels like an overbearing panic attack
Face to face with the demon that stares back at you in the mirror
My senses are suspended from within,
And my vision has been enhanced through the fog.
I hear all of the words you think,
I feel all of the reject that the world offers me.
Life is a waterfall - mine is sifting through the air
Where it will land.. nobody knows.
Drink from the waves and swim in a void
And if you learn one thing, never pay the reaper with contempt
My payment is due, and it is on the rise in the back burner of my mind.
Under all of this thick headed-ness..
Under the skin, deep below, are skid marks
That screams through my eyes and listens quietly through my words
It listens as the scars have the innocence of a child stolen from beneath it
You saw the dreams born before your eyes
And now the eyes are glazed over
For the pain heals - and you return to the spotlight.
Raining with embarrassment
Tears come to your eyes.. and you drift to the satisfaction
Of knowing there will always be tomorrow.

Poem by J.A.D. © 2003