It Burns And The Heat Consumes Me

It burns




It burns, and the heat consumes me.

An addict caresses a tainted needle on his groin,

His Spirit soars into the stratosphere,

Released by the complexities of a potent cocktail.

Meanwhile, the System sends Jim to prison

Yet again, his 100th time.

A roller-coaster of a ride of easy meals,

Same old treasured friends;

Prescription meds,

And a penchant for complacency.

It burns, and the heat consumes me;

Hope lies on the ether like dark clouds.

Meaningful dialogue is pushed asunder,

To the bleeding reservoir of the Soul.

Sitting on the shadowy abyss of lost opportunities,

Of broken dreams, I inhale only the smell of sooth.

Cans, garbage, and restless thoughts,

Now litter my aloneness; my emptiness.

For the first time, I feel unready,

Afraid to live; yet terror stalks my passing.

Tramp lying on pavement


It burns, and the heat consumes me;

I’m all alone, desperate to survive.

In this harsh, brutal jungle of despair,

I sit on the cold, sharp, unyielding face of winter.

My Heart stings like nettles, as I pull

On the numerous layers of malodorous blankets,

A ‘wee’ comfort to my sodden Soul.

My lamentations are copious,

My beauty a grey mist, like clouds,

Dying on the horizon.

Despondency, O despondency,

You dye my Heart with blood, not beauty.

_Manatita, The Lantern Carrier, Copyrighted, 2nd September, 2016.

~ Awakening The Inner Light ~


Despair and Despondency

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always exploring 5 months ago from Southern Illinois

I felt the cold and hopelessness through your word's How many are lying on the street while blind people pass by?

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manatita44 5 months ago from london Author

Hey he. Is this useful? Not my usual, as you know. But perhaps it has some value. Thank you so much!

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Frank Atanacio 5 months ago from Shelton

Wow, love the dramatic pause in your heated poetry my friend.. awesome :)

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suzettenaples 5 months ago from Taos, NM

Excellent poem. You remind us of those living in the shadows, the disenfranchised who society turns a blind eye to. This shows great compassion on your part for not forgetting the lost souls. Well said and well written.

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manatita44 5 months ago from london Author

Ha ha, Frank. You're a star! Dramatic change, eh! Cool! Gratitude.

Ah Suzettenaples, you got this right. A shout for the downtrodden. Appreciate you. Much Love.

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Ericdierker 5 months ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

There are so many roads to travel down to reach hell. Well done.

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manatita44 5 months ago from london Author

No, not hell Bro, but I know what you mean. The way of Yoga is to lift it, but perhaps you won't think so post reading my poem. Ha ha. My Teacher used to say that despair can and do help. So the seemingly lost is seeking Heaven or inner Happiness, if you like, just as we two. So is your sweet friend whom I won't mention here. (chuckle) Praise be! Hugs to the family.

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Nellieanna 5 months ago from TEXAS

So supremely sad, dear Manatita. I have learned to value all my feelings, even those which are considered negative. Without the full spectrum of human emotion being real and experienced, none of them can be fully experienced and felt, and one would be crippled by that deprivation.

But I've also learned to search the procession leading to the sad feelings and to find the reasons for them in order to see whether something I did or am doing is the reason. If so, then I can circumvent doing or continuing doing that thing. If the reason is something beyond one's control, then the best remedy is to learn to accept and make use of it, to be able to rise above it.

There is nothing wrong with changing one's difficult feelings to more joyous ones. I sense that is what you do and are doing here.

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manatita44 5 months ago from london Author

Hi my Sweet Friend, How are you?

I know that you are a gifted Soul, and yes, I do like your approach to adversity. This poem simply expresses the mood of some Souls. There are a lot of us out there. My Spiritual Mentor used a great many moods, so others could benefit from them.

I write to reach out to aspiring seekers; to serve; to elevate; to awaken the Heart... remember the name I give myself? The Lantern Carrier. I strive to act as a conduit to carry a light; to lift ....

True, I can and do need help and I will always ask or seek your prayers.

God's Grace, right now I'm not experiencing the state of which I write. Just remembering the downtrodden; those who seemingly have a raw deal from life... to serve...

Love you always and it's so great to see you back! Do some more poetry too. Om Shanti! Much Peace.

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threekeys 5 months ago from Australia

This was very different. I wasn't sure how to read it. To me I thought it was about your heat and desire and then I was taken into the cold to follow these anonymous people. Yet feelings of misery was illuminated. Peace to You.

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manatita44 5 months ago from london Author

Hi my Friend ThreeKeys,

Actually, if I read this at Poetry Cafe, my friends will be shocked! So different from the lofty stuff that I usually do, yes. But I do these from time to time. I was blessed by a remarkable visionary of the 20th and 21st century and he has said that poems of despair, of separation, can sometimes help us. They usually express our separation and isolation from the Divine.

Still, isolation comes because of these other preoccupations, if you like. The poem is useful or poems are useful in expressing their varying moods, suited to each seeker according to needs. I have given a synopsis to Nellieanna just above your comment.

So happy to see you! Sounds like you also read my other poems. Leave a comment. Have a great weekend, my Friend.

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cam8510 5 months ago from Colorado Springs, CO until the end of March

The myriad ways we humans find to blunt the point of reality and feelings seems to be unlimited. You've given these poor souls, I used to be one of them, a voice so at the very least they can point and say, yes, that is how it feels.

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manatita44 5 months ago from london Author

You,re blessed, Bro. Like Bill, thank your lucky stars (chuckle) It has most certainly helped you, my Friend. have a great day!

P.s. In the challenge, there are two of you that are totally awesome! Some truly nice ones, but as I told you, you're superb... but then an unexpected turned up. It's close. Ha ha.

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Gypsy Rose Lee 5 months ago from Riga, Latvia

Most passionate poetry. When I feel as if there is a dark cloud hanging overhead I always seek to find the clouds with silver linings.

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manatita44 5 months ago from london Author

Wise. For some it's a trip through murky waters, trying to find their way. Not easy. Thank you so much!

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MsDora 5 months ago from The Caribbean

Manatita, I hope that your poem can be shared among groups which aim to help drug addicts. I an only imagine the anguish of being consumed with no end in sight. This is outstanding!

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manatita44 5 months ago from london Author


I used to work in that field. Not easy. We all work in life, or most of us do, so it's good to spare a thought for the afflicted, particularly in this 'grey' area and to those who look after them. Who knows the ways of the Lord? Not me. (smile) Thank you so much!!

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cam8510 5 months ago from Colorado Springs, CO until the end of March

manatita, re: P.S. Unexpecteds.....I'm hoping several more unexepecteds show up. This challenge will have an enduring effect on the quality of fiction on this site, at least for those who have participated either by writing, reading or both.

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manatita44 5 months ago from london Author

Ha ha. So you want me to be one of the unexpected. (chuckle) I have been encouraging, reading...

Actually, I meant that word. This person I usually see in Q's and A's, but she wrote a compelling and pretty solid Hub. There you are, a clue, perhaps? I like to laugh. (smile)

P.S I have five days, bro. Who knows what I'll do? But I am a creative writer, yes, and if you are also saying that Bill is doing a most soulfully self-giving thing here, then I have already told him this. Not a chance to pass by easily. Let's see. God! Today is Monday! Forgot! Peace Bro.

P.S. I'm editing a book on Ayuveda. I started in NY and I'm still going. He likes my intuitive feel for the written word and keeps giving me more. I must ask for some money soon. Silly me.

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bravewarrior 5 months ago from Central Florida

Very vivid, Manatita. I hope I never feel like that.

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manatita44 5 months ago from london Author

Hi. I thought you'd been here. From now on it gets easier, like my usual stuff. Which do you prefer? Thanks a lot.

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bravewarrior 5 months ago from Central Florida

Frankly, I get bored when poets don't switch it up from time to time. I'm more of a short story/fiction fan, so being surprised is always a plus.

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manatita44 5 months ago from london Author

Well, I'm a creative writer. I started here with instructive articles six years ago. Yoga, Meditation, motivational ... I then progressed on to poetry only because they are so much shorter and still carry the message of Light. I have Flash Fiction here two and I write books.

But your point is valid and why I tend to vary somewhat, although frankly I'm devotional by nature and passionate about the Divine through service to mankind. Shalom!

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Surabhi Kaura 5 months ago

Sad, but true. Some people stumble on those roads. Life could be dull, dark and dreary in those hopeless and unexpected situations. But then there is faith and courage that never dies. I saw a homeless man yesterday at the subway station. He was lying on the floor. He kept on banging on the wall behind him. God knows what happened to him or what was happening to him. I then noticed a pamphlet that read, "You have no idea what is going on in other's life. Be kind, always." Some people were taking his pictures and were making a mockery out of this. I usually take a different route when I see such sights. Humanity lacks compassion at times. Anyway, nice poem with much food for thought!

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threekeys 5 months ago from Australia

Life can be fragile. You never can assume that your life will stay the same. Everyone is born with dignity. And each of us need to uphold up each other's dignity especially when those horrible souls ridicule the suffering and demise of another. Its not kosher!

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manatita44 5 months ago from london Author

You write like you are growing inwardly. I'm very proud of you, Surabhi. So glad that you are here. Much Love.

Threekeys, yes, I agree. They serve their purpose, though. Knowing that they are there, reminds us of our own mortality. So it's true, that despair really does help us sometimes.

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aviannovice 4 months ago from Stillwater, OK

That was a powerful poem that threw me into the depths of hell.

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manatita44 4 months ago from london Author

Yes, so sorry, Deb. You are the only one who reacted like I would to hear this kind of poem. Yet I wrote it. It was done for Poetry Cafe, they sometimes get tired of my sublime and lofty stuff. Do you think it's helpful in some way, or not at all?

When or if one poem of mines seem too much, read another. Ther're probably 90% positive. Much Love.

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