rarely
do the
flames simmer.
instead they
nip and lick
your heels edging
you along, so
if you succumb,
jug the
invisible torment, you'll
find yourself digging
into your
fingers and peeling
skin that never festered but was blossoming into a root that could see past mountains and taste the clouds.
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Screaming Into The Void
Poetry#1 in poetry :) #1 in free verse :) Have you ever felt like it was the end? Like today was just a bad day? That no matter how many times you believe that something can happen that it just might not? That no one gives a damn at all? That all you do...
