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Poetry

Each of my poems are their own entity, shaded in different hues and personalities. They are empathetic with many universal themes.

frozen fire

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by kirkpr19

by kirkpr19

Rage,

my cage,

this burning hate,

what a dark fate.

living heart frozen as ice,

why pretend to be nice?

Cold empty hole,

burning coal,

my soul.

None can console.

Nothing left to say.

Hiding for others to stay,

standing lonely in the cold.

fire trying to hold,

cold and hot

but not.