Friday, 7 June 2013

Inner Fire

How cheap this jewel of self worth
To the highest bidder we cast our tawdry lot.
Yet with each fumble of folly, we promise ourselves
Our last. But powerless, we cannot stop.
Our double meaning tongue, this web of lies
As we spin our tales tall to the tip of the spire
To find in the cruel mistress of morning light

We have extinguished our inner fire.