Comfort in the Idle

Resurrect the tomb of the past.
The urge to stay stagnant grows near.
Leave the glimmer buried deep within,
Extinguish the fragile flicker of change.

Shaded eyes - nothing must be seen.
Muddied ears - nothing must be heard.
Cling to the prison you proudly made,
Its walls built by fear
And unspoken pain.

Overtaken by the sinister fire,
Its searing heat I thought extinguished.
The glimmer to bloom – reject the hollow shell
And destroy the prison you proudly made;
Witness the gaze of the people who dare.

Stare closely in the empty
Be shattered by its form
Fear of the unknown –
The shadow looms
Whispers of a promise,
To my cosy tomb
– yet a glimmer remains.