The light it gives
Draws me near
Like a moth to its flame.
The warmth it gives off
Reheats and thaws my skin
And I slowly start to feel again.
I step nearer and nearer
To the ignited wood
As it kindles my complexion.
Be careful,
You might get burned.
You might get held hostile in its seething world of rage...
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Nobody's Poems
PoetrySome of these poems are really depressing. But I hope you enjoy them if you want to read them.
