I'm about to explode and rip everything apart.
My anger has built and I'm tearing at my heart.
This wildfire in my chest is ravaging my soul,
All that's left is a dark abyssal hole.
YOU ARE READING
Time's Running Thin
ПоэзияBasically I'm giving myself a 5 minute time limit to write and develop a poem as much as I can...so here is the result!
