A small wind blows the spark
This burning desire
The kindling to my fire
The flame burns brighter
No peace
Why do I burn?
Inside and out
Devoid of skin
Just a husk
No remedy
Only to consume until the fuel is exhausted
Not even tears can extinguish
This pain
When will I finally be numb?
If this fire is mine then why does it hurt me as well?
Body aflame
Heart of gold
But my mind is still cold
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Embers
PoetryOriginals by me that mostly center around inner feelings of anger and regret, like lingering embers of the mind.
