It's Your Call Poem by Leria Hawkins

It’s Your Call
Date: November 11,2013

Like a fire beneath my skin
You, the flame, the wayward wind
And as a hymn denied of sound
You’re caged inside this burial ground
A voiceless surging of my mind
Is lost between the blurry lines
My soul’s held captive by the call
That whispers of no hope at all

But oh, the thrill I would have missed
Had I refused the urgent kiss
A grand illusion disguised the pain
That’s forever bound to offer rain
Was flaming high, and burning fast
I knew that it would never last
You’re like a charm I can’t forget
Sewn to the chain of my regret

Oh, bittersweet, my fickle love
Your iron fist, your velvet glove
You breathe a fire into my soul
Igniting flames I can’t control
And like a ghost that haunts the night
You whisper of your secret plight
Pretending that there’s something true
Lost in the lines of me and you

And just when I think, I’ve paid the bill
Dreams appear to haunt me still
Fluttering from another time
Singing songs in twisted rhyme
The rage of need sears my veins
Burns through me time and time again
It’s like a wild and stormy sea
Awash with cold dark memories

You, the fire that flames in me
A vice that leads to my defeat
For every time you look my way
I rise again, to be slain as prey
And like a fire beneath my skin
My heart, your candle in the wind
Fluttering with no hope at all
My soul held captive by your call

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