POEM_: An Inferno Named Desire

Put out
the flame of desire,
and I stop burning.
My suffering ends.
But,
what do I then live for?


Or else,
choose the other option:
I burn, and burn well,
like a forest fire
ravishing all that I find
in my way…?

But,
what do I then, leave in my wake?
Pain, lost life, ugliness?
And, I too
die in the end…
…with nothing left to burn.

With my temptations, my fuel gone,
the inferno of my desire,
then eats itself.
Eats me.


Which was a better life?
…and a worthier death?

- owais

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