Burned Alive

It’s not about the things in them

you hate,

it’s about the things in you

that obliterate.

You longed to fix everyone


as you took a look at yourself

and lied.

It’s much easier for you

to blame,

than to see what’s truly fueling

hate’s flame.

Everyone walked away

after trying,

but you just wouldn’t listen….

Now, you’re dying.

You played with the fire

and you’ve been burned.

The silence they expressed were lessons

you never learned.





4 thoughts on “Burned Alive

  1. I don’t know if you had anyone in mind when you wrote this, Damon, but it doesn’t matter. You have a great way of expressing your feelings through your poetry. I admire that and often wonder if I could be brave enough to try that myself … though I’m not a poet!

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  2. Lesley, I actually had myself in mind, and it could apply to many I know and have known. It’s just a truth I’ve personally had to face, more than once.
    Thanks for the compliment. I think my father’s gift of poetry inspired me to write my own.
    Enjoy the day!

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  3. Thanks for explaining that. I might give it a go, even if I never post it! You have a great gift. I enjoy your poetry. Hope you have a good day too. 🙂

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