I feel the pull in the dark
Of flames I cannot see
Only to feel the smoke
And the heat
Calling me
To linger
And burn
As a rain of words fall
Begging me to welcome
……..the thirst
Telling me to drink
……. in the dream
Asking me to rise
………in the wave
The calm soothes me
But the storm is my weakness
And then I wake
Powerfully penned, Brandon. Another excellent write with crisp imagery my friend. Amazing read as always. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you Damian!
“The calm soothes me
But the storm is my weakness”
That is my reality captured perfectly in 2 brilliant lines
Thank you Willow. My reality too. That must be you waving in the corner.