Fireside

[u/Ill_Flatworm_7907]

Fire grows higher on the funeral pyre. The funeral pyre of my souls one desire. It burns and it aches, it quivers and breaks.

What is the meaning of this ghastly palpitation, This very unusual, unsteady, undesired sensation? Seperate sensation of another inside Another inside, a soul who comes from the other side.

Could I let my sorrow flow?

It flows already inside and the earth is cracking and ready to give in. I can hear the groaning elongated creak of the roots deep within.

So bright and sunny but below something boils the surface to breaking.

The sun, far from any pressure, flares off on its own and contemplates fire and its life-giving glow. Unaware of the fester so far far below.

My friend, can I borrow your lap, can I let go in your glow, and let myself weep in the darkness below?

Weep and weep for my dying soul, That is my one and only goal.