The flames burn intensely, but I can’t feel the fire
I ache, yet I submerge in my addiction
I rationalize the pain
I pretend to enjoy its scalding heat
I’m engulfed by the flames
Swallowed by my overindulgence
Powerless to move, I want more
The flames feel good now
The colors are vivid and beautiful
No one else sees the beauty that I see
It is only seen through my twisted perception
The cauldron of fire has imprisoned another willing slave
Written by Michelle Palmieri Kneute
I ache, yet I submerge in my addiction
I rationalize the pain
I pretend to enjoy its scalding heat
I’m engulfed by the flames
Swallowed by my overindulgence
Powerless to move, I want more
The flames feel good now
The colors are vivid and beautiful
No one else sees the beauty that I see
It is only seen through my twisted perception
The cauldron of fire has imprisoned another willing slave
Written by Michelle Palmieri Kneute
Michelle,
ReplyDeleteThis is powerful writing. Good imagery and compelling views that confront the reader.
Good poetry is a challenge to capture a universal understanding through your individual perspective, and this poem does.
I appreciate your honesty and courage in this poem.