Fire burns in my mind, fueling the rage that lights the sky. Of a toxic world that was long left behind, broken bodies stuck in the sludge of despair, amongst the concrete ruble of a city in disrepair. The fire that burns in the sky is the rage that fuels my mind.

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Twisted Little Poems For The Broken Soul
Poetrypoetry and short stories for those struggling with mental health, it's okay not to be okay, and please seek help if you're feeling lost. I will be adding more poems and short stories along the way.