Burning
Burning,
In the cosmo of feeling cold for the moustaches , more firewoods been incessantly added in the furnace to increase the flame of hottines. Trying to ease off it's fury but to no avail.
I heard that for the gender like us it's never over until been engulfed by the Dune of earth unlike the other sex type . We continue burning until we turn into regretful corpses.
If we are to self-freeze ourselves. We indeed end up penitent by feeling guilty. Spiritually forsaked. Many articles and doctrines been written against our coldnes, how bad and good it is but we still remain with ached heads.
If we are not to take care, bare seduction of warmth breeze may send us into the furnace hence turns us into ashes.
No mercy for our conviction. Constitution also still stand inimical for our syndrome.
The warmth feels cuddlesome from the minor timbers as well the big ones but with too much comfortability , we likely been comforted behind bars or our life auctioned.
No legal measures been amended to help calm the blaze from a furnace yet, as every individual of similar condition is independent. You are on your own. Nobody of kind will save you.
Sometimes it's better off to be burnt by the flame of big timbers than the sticks when trying to get warmed.
If you can, try to stay with your coldness don't let the warmth of the furnace especially from the sticks lure you otherwise...
About this poem
It has a denotative meaning meaning but with a less clue words in it. It talks about how men surfer with their horniness, and how the community reacts to chronic biological condition. It's my first time writing a poem, and English is just my second language by now. I'm not that proficient at it. And I only know few rules on poem composition.
Written on May 02, 2024
Submitted by brightdzinthenga on May 02, 2024
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