Burning Wake

[IronRose]

In my home, waiting for another sunset.

I feel the life growing inside me,
It shatters and splinters like crystal,
Cutting through me and all I am.

I sense the guard just outside,
Through the walls I feel what I've become,
Fear radiates from these souls.

I await my sentence, my execution,
Behind these frozen stone walls,
I've become what they hate.

My heart's resonance echoes,
With my fingertips against these walls,
I feel the guard's heartbeat,
Leaving a wake of scorched stone,
I caress these walls as a lover within reach.

Dusk has come and they are coming,
This can't be seen as a home,
It is not something that can be understood.

Staring at the doorway as if it was a mirror,
Praying for the souls I meet, for once I was innocent,
I'll show them my pain, all they took from me.

The entrance opens, my guards are here,
I look to the floor seeing the tinder at our feet,
The only words I can speak are, "Forgive me."

Looking to the door I see my charred flesh.
They saw a witch and made an evil they couldn't control,
My soul in the skin of another creature.

[seraph1420]

What a haunting piece! I was enchanted by the ending. The last verse was hauntingly beautiful. Lovely write!

Seraph

[Dew]

Loved that last line...you emerge from yourself one day to see someone else entirely...horrible. Great dark lines here...sometimes feels like life is a pit of growling animals, both injured and angry and lashing out at one another. - dew

[Frappuccino]

Interesting work no doubt. Read it through a few times, and drew different interpretations each time; a write that'll entice the minds of many. Haunting, yet cryptic; is it really you or is it more a metaphor of you. The guards join you in your fiery ending, making one think they're also you guarding you from what you've become; or was it? This is an awesome piece, thank you for sharing.

[Liquid Bear]

It is a thoroughly haunting and even slightly puzzling poem, which makes it all the more fascinating.

Bear

[everhopeful]

I think in a poem with so much invested in the solitary place the speaker finds herself in, that metaphorical prison, it's important to get the minute details of imagery right, and you did here. When you're only left with walls to stare at, every internal movement must feel magnified to an unimaginable degree. Although you capture that well enough to evoke a literal take on my reading of this, to me it boils down to being judged - perhaps only by one person, represented by the guard here - and the incredible power that they hold over the speaker.
A strong ending to this one too, congratulations on the spotlight.

[inflames]

Fabulous last paragraph. This was really cool - congrats on your spotlight!