A Poet's Day (part 2)

Today, they finally hear -
With eyes, with ears, with hearts.
Fire sweeps in swiftly through the logs
burning me, snatching my strings of attachment.

As my body burns, my soul rises
with each burning sensation, starts a new chapter.
My limbs wither with the warmth of the wood,
crippling me of the strength.
My heart ignites blatantly,
dismantling my emotional attachment.
As my brain burns,
I exit the gates of mortality and enter the gates of reigns of death.
 
I am amazed to find myself in this world of mirrors.
It’s bewitchingly enchanting.
I feel free.
As I walk down that aisle,
surrounded with mirrors,
overwhelmed.

Suddenly, something smoulders inside me.
My rug tearing apart and I burning.
These mirrors absorb me in installments,
reflecting me against each other.
Tossing me around,
like a pawn.
Changing me,
diluting me,
with their own adjustments,
preparing me for the next world.

Burning the last follicle of my memory,
decreasing me, dimnishing me.
I feel helpless,
life gave me the power to die,
Perhaps death doesn't offer the same.
As the last evidence of my existence,
turns into ashes,
I wish I had lived.
I wish I had lived.