Glass and Bone

My soul craves heat
An unbearable fire
That ceases to burn
Yet cleanses complete
It reaches fingers out
Clutching at air
Grasping for warmth
To ease my burdens
And shoulder the load

My soul is bereft
Hollow like an oak
Yet tall and proud
Singular in intensity
A shadow in the dark
That always consumes
Without breaking down
A limitless need
In a raging sea

My soul is a monster
Fighting for survival
In a stricken world
Full of glass and bone
Crunching underfoot
It echoes in the distance
Narcissistic at worst
Waiting for a response
That may never come.

Sam