POETICSOUL88 Poetry (1)

In darkest flame, I've been reborn,
In darkest flame, I hide the thorn,
No one knows how long I seek,
Or hears my voice per chance I speak.

The road I walk, I walk alone,
The cold wind chills me to the bone,
But, then, I see her and call her name,
As she dances within the flame.

Soon, the flame is all snuffed out,
And she is gone. I'm filled with doubt,
Was she there or, was it fake?,
Now I feel my spirit quake.

Again, I wander through the night,
And try to force away this plight,
I kneel right then and pray to God above,
"Will I ever find true love?"