The day proceeds to burn my way
Lighting each step that proclaims my name
For no help it may seem
So lost that the wind began to cease
The heat unbearable
My life is no miracle
Oh help
I said please
For the heat from the waves have reached my way
Burns cover me
I scream and shout
For this must be a sign
A sign that hell has came
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My Poems
PoetryI usually write poems when I'm sad or upset. That's when I write my poems the best. So there wont be that many happy poems. I hope you like the ones I have. Thank you for even reading this.
