Belly Full of Flames (a poem)

i was careless with feelings

in my youth –

wolfing from bed to bed

only staying long enough to

get what i relished,

receding into ink-black nights

like a haunting, feeling guilty

but rationalizing

great bonfire in my belly

overbearing urges that were insatiable,

until a red-haired woman tore me down,

dared to pierce my shoddy shell

leaving me in ruins

tears hotly flowing from

reddened cheeks – speak

to me, am i forgiven for this?

or do these sins follow me like

overcast skies

a karma that prevents my entry to paradise –

gates slammed shut

me, stranded above a rain cloud

riding a crystal-white thunderbolt

down into solid cement

a million miles below

(Photo by Sagar Chaudhray on Unsplash)

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.