This is the first poem I've written since highschool, hopefully it doesn't suck:
Blankets of Smoke
When She asked me to smile, I told her I couldn’t,
And wrapped myself in blankets of smoke.
When She told me to breathe, I told her I wouldn’t,
Content with visions of suffering.
Now when She speaks, it’s less than a whisper,
A deafening silence I refuse to remember,
The smoke from the fire I once understood,
Now threatens to drown, these embers of wood.
She waits,
She watches,
It captivate me.
Swallowing me up in this life we all dream.
Bound,
And tied,
By the fetters that bind,
My fate is sealed by eyes left blind.
The fire burns out, not even a flicker.
All that’s left is ash and dust and a whisper.
But the fire is out, who’s left to listen?
Only the Love that never could sicken...