Bitter and Biting: Two Poems

One flame 

Your stone cold smile

Blows out the candle

Whose light we once used

To singe the edges

Of my satin ribbons

To make them stop fraying- 

But one loose thread

Is all it takes

For it all to unravel

 

Where the Limelight Ceases 

It’s hard to find where the limelight ceases 

In a world of shadows. 

I wish to escape the blinding tedium 

Of being picked apart and dissected.

Center stage, we find ourselves reflecting hidden impurities 

To the masses beneath the beacons of hidden stage lights. 

I no longer wish for the interminable winters 

Coated with deceptive layers of white hot innocence 

For only a child is free from this biting marvel 

That plagues all those in its subjective beam of scrutiny.

Trying to flee is a futile attempt to regain one’s youth- 

We can only hope to take shelter in our own shadows 

When truly, one can never be free of the bright limelight that glares on center stage. 

 

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