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.
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Time's Running Thin
PoetryBasically 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!
Fury
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.
