I would rather feel pain,
like a Coup de main.
I would rather feel nothing,
when I do my writing.
I would never want to feel hate,
Against my soul mate.
My heart is like an armor plate,
I can't feel pain nor can I feel hate.
My heart and soul,
feels like stone and coal.
Can I control this overwhelming hole,
That's in my heart and soul.
If I had no armor plate,
I couldn't feel this love but overwhelmed by hate.
My heart is in this shallow shell,
It feels like I'm living in a hollow hell.
My heart,
My soul,
feels like an empty black hole.
The flames ignites,
with jarring and frightening height.
My heart, and soul ignites,
with orange, red, and purplish lights,
with extremely frightening heights,
It looks like some of those festival lights.
In the middle of the night,
I see some white,
It's just some stars,
That looks like stars and bars.
By: Alicia Baker
