6:58 pm
my face is reflected into
darkness,
consuming
my body,
my soul,
my heart,
my mind.
i'm only lit by the fire inside,
fueled by
anger,
frustration,
stress
that couldn't be released,
leaving myself scorched
but in a layer of icy cold.
loneliness coats me
and gives no warmth,
and the poisonous flames inside
light up the sky slightly,
into a darkness
that isn't completely
dark.
YOU ARE READING
empyrean
Poetrya little poem for the sky with each day that passes by. - 964 in poetry
