Zimaya Nightshade

Fire - Poem by Zimaya Nightshade

I burn hot, hot, ever hotter.
Every little thing strengthens me.
Burning stronger than the scar of Potter.
Nothing is safe from my heat.
I tear through forests, burning all.
Ripping up the earth, creating a mess.
Trying to fight me takes great gall.
But giving up and surrendering is best.
I'm on a raging war path.
Killing all that is in my way.
Scenes anger me, dredged up from the past.
Why can't they leave, I want to stay!
No! no I can't be here!
If I stay, all will perish.
The terrible things they say are all I hear.
The first to go are those I cherish.
I try so hard to hold back.
To control the raging fires.
Keep on the nice, good track.
But their lies are what lit my pyres.
So here is where I must leave.
There is no longer hope of life.
I want the fire's burning to take reprieve.
But it seems I'm cursed to this eternal strife...

Topic(s) of this poem: natural disasters

Poet's Notes about The Poem

This was inspired by my fascination of the history of the destruction of Pompeii. It started of being about the volcano and somehow turned into being about me and my flaws soooo…hope you enjoy!

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, July 13, 2014

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