The Way It Goes

Bored and heavy
Dull and dense
The drooping lid
Ceases to lift

Until the fire
It’s eye reflects
Ignites a spark
And lets it burn

Simple times
Can’t do without
Patience pulled
Until holes form

If only when
The spark goes out
Then lit once more
And stays for long

Or so one thinks
Until barbed words
Gaily spoke
And so it goes

Spark is squashed
Thirst no more
Deep in pain
And heavy hung

And so disturbed
Now lain to rest
Until faith comes
And does its job


2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. e
    Nov 22, 2010 @ 00:59:26

    That was beautiful! Did you write that? If so it is awesome! If not its still aweseom but AI don’t get the bragging rights to say that my friend wrote it:)


  2. Susan J. Flyweel
    Nov 23, 2010 @ 03:46:14

    WOW! That’ just what I needed. Thanks!


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