About the burning of a soul that poetry and art attempts to extinguish, this is the poem called "Burning" by BW Derge, written in 2007 and published in 2010 as part of the collection, "Manifestations of Consciousness" (Or, More Fucking Poems)
Burning
by BW Derge
Will it be words this time?
Or will it be a drawing?
Will it be strong
Enough to paint?
Could it heal away
This burning?
-
For there is a burning,
Is there not?
Does it not exist
In your skin,
In your mind?
-
Does it not spiral
And cycle to grow
And then wither away?
There is a burning
In your mind.
-
The flame has broken
Your spine
And turned
Your stomach green
With lies.
It has swallowed you
And it has become you
-
To make you into
A lethargic God,
It has become you
To make you into nothing
But phlegmatic waste.
-
And this waste
Will not write,
It will not stop
The flames by drawing-
It has no more love
So there is no more
Paint.
-
And the burning
Will only grow
To consume your skin
And mutate your mind
Into cycles
Of throbbing ash-
-
And what can come
Of this waste?
It can laugh,
It can shit and
Get drunk
-
But there is no more paint.
There is nothing else
But black and white waste
Letting go
Of what silly shit
Is still burning.
by BW Derge
originally written in 2007, published in 2010 -
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