ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]

My Timber burns

The timber burns,

Hailing balls of spite,

Spitting words of jealousy,

Shallow yearns of antipathy.

My timber burns,

Insecurity vomited across the milieu,

Vanity bearing in my reality,

I change,

I am evil,

I am the devil, I am afraid of,

I am the malicious idol.

And with all of this,

My timber burns.

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The poem signifies the falling apart of the character. It talks about what we become when our substance is no longer lucid.