I don't think
I am the way
you think I am.
You say that I am
of innocence
of calm oceans
of the sense of peace.
But all I am
is a raging fire
ready to burn
ready to hurt.
I am a raging fire
bounded by the looks
of the low rush
of the river banks.
I am a raging fire
waiting for my chance
to add the fuel
to the flames
in my eyes.
I am a raging fire
unable to be quiet
unable to be still.
Fair warning,
be careful
when you get
too close
because
you are
bound
to be
burnt.
- 6:50 PM
YOU ARE READING
dust untouched
Poetrydust untouched from the clutter in an abyss we call "minds" in various styles // trigger warning. please do be careful. highest rank: #38
