Poem: The Fire

So I love this note Charles Bukowski wrote in a letter. I like to think what you love though is all the passions in your life. Let them burn you up since, hell, we have nothing else.

“My dear,
Find what you love and let it kill you. Let it drain from you your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness. Let it kill you, and let it devour your remains. For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.

Charles Bukowski

So I wrote a poem about that concept.

THE FIRE

We all burn by our own blazing fire

Loved by passion’s bittersweet kiss

Toss ourselves into that joyful pyre

What a horror and bliss

Loved by passion’s bittersweet kiss

Thought but a whim; reason’s little knot

What a horror and bliss

Desire and passion are all we got

Thought but a whim; reason’s little knot

Toss ourselves into that joyful pyre

Desire and passion are all we got

We all burn by our own blazing fire

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