Is it a Trump? Is it a plane? Is it....

a poem? Yes. Now take the time to smell the flowers...flowers are a matter of perspective aren't they?

Your Pyre ( title)

I am where you found me

Awaiting the truth

Your destiny isn't real

You have no truth to find

Mortal flesh is your reality

Your body succumbs to this

Your body is your soul

That's why your soul dies with it

My thoughts I can still write

That's why I'm right

Your thoughts are so robotic

My thoughts are so romantic

I never been this close to divine

If you were this close you'd grab it

Not mine

I creep away from the light but I can still see it in the corner of my third eye

I venture away from the light but it never leaves my third eye

I dwell in the darkness of this world but the candle is hidden deep inside

They don't see my light, too many shadows in their eye

They want a hero to come and save the day

But their hero is swept away

They are left there alone with no one home

Not even a shell to find their way

I'm not you

I am what you used to be

This world rapes you of your spirit so easily

I gave you a heart that was made of stone

Because that is the one that you deserved

I'm still waiting for the the truth

Yet all that there is, is a lie

Your pyre is your power
Your pyre is your power

Your weakness is your pyre
Your weakness is your pyre

a reply to: Alien Abduct

Very nice

Cool poem.

a reply to: Quantum12

Thanks

a reply to: DarkvsLight29

Much appreciated

a reply to: Alien Abduct

You should enter the writers contest, I am sure you would do great.
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a reply to: Quantum12

Oh thank you, I didnt know it existed. I'll do it