Flames

The burning flames are within us
turning our insides into ashes
not killing us altogether,
but rotting us inch by inch
The pain we hold inside
it expands like a decaying universe
until we explode into a million particles
but not physically,
to shatter physically would mean an end
but to decease invisibly,
just enough to feel the dull, heavy pain of it
it would continue again and again
a slow process of wasting away
We walk around carrying hell inside us
our hearts frail but withstanding the blaze
Through the sizzling, torrid heat
we hold on, surviving the barren days

Copyrights © Senali Perera 19.1.2014