Ashes are falling,
The fire is calling,
My name is repeated,
My soul is needed,
It's feeding off my eyes,
Like secret hungry spy's,
Sleeping and creeping farther away,
Must travel farther and faster each short lonely day,
Closing my heart,
As it rips it apart,
Piece by piece I become small,
Not just physically but mentally too,
Time to let go of the past and ope too the new.
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Daily Poetry
PoésieMost days I feel different than the last. So each day I will try to express my feeling, some with just be random some will actually mean something. Enjoy my daily wiseness
