Phoenix Nest
By Melancholic VIncent
Today i woke up
Earlier this time
It was still night outside
Not a move to chase
Through the endless dark
Not a sound to follow
Through the lifeless matter
But there was a bright light
Outlining the closed door of my room
Almost stifling me with the dense air
But there was a jarred noise
Forcing the blocked entry on my room
Almost burning me with the sudden heat
The water mirror in my eyes
Dare to defy the opposite element
Reflecting the rebel fire
Twisting in front of me
But then i cover my face
Cowering before the flames
Kneeling towards it’s power
I draw back to catch my breath
And press hard the left side of my chest
To ensure that my heart is still beating
And then i haste into the flux barrier
Dodging the ardent fingers of the flames
That seal shut the way behind me
The debris and glasses on the floor
Cut and prick me as i walk barefoot
I tried to scream hoping to hear a survivor
But my voice was smothered by the deafning jangles
Of the explosions collapsing the building
The roof was painted black
By the clouds of smoke
The wooden objects were burned to ash
Everybody were very quiet to be alive
Dead bodies scattered in the floor
Burned corpses still lying down on the beds
Cremated cadavers trapped into the flames
Feeling dizzy for breathing in the coat of smoke
I crawl down in the corridor of flames
Willing to escape
But the walls are closing in
Engulfing me in it’s flames
Close to the exit
I could barely stand on my feet
And as i opened the door
A burst of boiling air throws me out violently
I fell uncounscious a few meters ahead
As the whole building vanish into the flames
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Comments on "Phoenix Nest"
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On Thursday, July 12, 2018, Jonas Robinson
(848) wrote:
Too brilliant to dislike. I love this.
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On Friday, August 17, 2012, Nehema
(958) wrote:
What a beautiful metaphor. Great detail, much enjoyed - XXOO
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On Friday, August 17, 2012, Melancholic VIncent
(428) wrote:
Thanks Robyn. It's like a story that expresses pain.
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A former member wrote:
i love these poems :) such dark tortured beautiful souls :)
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On Monday, July 2, 2012, Melancholic VIncent
(428) wrote:
It meant to show the anguish made by flames
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On Monday, June 4, 2012, dwells
(4177) wrote:
So glad you survived and this was terrifying, hoping it was only a fictional account but almost too real - welcome to DP!
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On Tuesday, June 5, 2012, Melancholic VIncent
(428) wrote:
This one was fictional fortunately :) But thanks for your empathy. Everything that talks about something vivid that really happened or that talks about something in my life, it will be shown as a personal. When i feel enraged, i imagine things as if they were burning, or it seems like my body explodes from within. This happened more, some years ago, when i felt more anger. Sometimes i look into the sky and imagine it red as if judgement was about to fall on us. I'd like to understand more about this, but i still don't understand too much about it.
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On Tuesday, June 5, 2012, dwells
(4177) wrote:
I used to dream of a red, burning hot brick wall for some reason, go figure..Thanks.
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On Tuesday, June 5, 2012, Melancholic VIncent
(428) wrote:
It always means something, it's how our sub-counscious speaks with us, in riddles.