This is my entry for the fourth Poetry Slam Challenge, being organised by @prufarchy. Details can be found here (Link). The only rule for this fourth challenge is the poem must be a loop: that is the word that ends each sentence must be the word that starts the next (within stanza's).
Burn It Down
From dust to dust it has been built up
Up from the ashes of a seedling rebuilt
Rebuilt on the wishes of a lingering hope
Hope stored in cages left over from guilt
Life comes in stages, each one of them lived
Lived with such passion as the journey progressed
Progressed with such meaning as you search for the end
End of the lingering sense of regret
Created for reasons to express yesterday
Yesterday held the sorrow of a thousand today's
Today's hope does nurture to grow out and begin
Begin when on apex you feel the sun's rays
What's built up will whither, all life has it's turn
Turn and embrace the uncertain within
Within the space that is left will a new life be born
Born to step out, fear not and begin
Burn it down, let it out, scream to the Gods
Gods that hide knowing your want to be heard
Heard for the voice that is growing inside
Inside you that lingers the most beautiful word
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