Flames Poem by Adeosun Olamide

At least- I keep falling
The bottomless is fine
The storm is fine
It washes, wakens me
In, in the truest frost
My soul could chill
And the furnace
I had a scent, the scalding's
The darkness was fine
And so was the silence
And so were the jests
The jeerings that pricked me
The wounds heal
The scars fade
Fades with memory
All dies, rusts- none to reject
All dries, the saliva's, contempt
I'm in -an emptiness
I'm -an emptiness'
Held- I cannot drown
Entombed, I cannot exhale
I am in bars,
In that endless room-
Hopeful no more
-Deserted by foul,
Deserted by all
I can't reach
-I am within the emptiness
I am starved, the flames