Bubbling, rising,
Red and consuming
It threatens to spill over,
To erupt and start burning,
Burn everything in my way.
Heat everything to a boil.
You've brought me to this point.
I wish to throw fire.
My insides are burning,
And you seem unbothered.
Until now I've stayed silent.
I've held it inside.
But when I dare to release this anger,
Be prepared for a boiling ride.
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Without You
PoetryA collection of original songs, poems, and short stories Please enjoy!
