here i am an ember, flying up high,
i lived there in the fire, now i soar.
swirling, spiraling, into the night sky,
free from those who thought i couldn't be more.
so high, in the dark, i can see clearly.
looking down, i can see all of the world.
with other embers, up here i will be,
you could not hold me down, so up i twirled.
four walls are not enough, i'll take a trip,
flying higher and higher in madness.
we look happy but we can't get a grip,
these lights, they light up with lights of sadness.
then, as the cold rain drizzles down on me,
this ember will drift into the dark sea.
(ha wow okay this was for school and it's shit sorry)
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desolation
Poetrydes·o·la·tion ˌdesəˈlāSH(ə)n/ noun a state of complete emptiness or destruction. anguished misery or loneliness. just a book of my inner thoughts, feelings, and observations TRIGGER WARNING: may include eating disorders, self harm, alcoholism, suici...
