A burning flame imprisoned
in a chamber made of steel
created by a cruel despot.
The despot in his blind pride
forgot power and rage of fire
thought he had her under him.
He has conquered her forever
he bolted the chamber and slept.
Alas, after sealing the door
he left, got involved in chasing
other dreams, conquering others.
The chained flame started to shine
her glory melted down the steel.
It cracked open, tethered to pieces.
Her light melted darkness around
the despot returned to see her raging.
wild wind blows free
13 years ago
6 comments:
Very sad indeed.... some are conquerers > the others losers. Such is life (?)
Beautiful poem
well, if a person is defeated once, twice even for the nth time that doesnot means the end of the world.. we can always get up and walk again.. thats the spice of life.
i would have gotten bored to death if life did not had ups and down..
Very good poem indead..true feelings and strong words..keep it up!
thanks a lot zee.
Great poem! Fiery and honest, only losers think they are, some of us are learners.
dearest lea,
what a joy to see you back. i was a bit worried for you.
once more we agree... defeat is only a state of mind.
take care of yourself dearest friend.
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