There's a fire in your soul
Not the kind that warms homes
It's the kind that destroys forests
The kind that makes ashes of bones
It consumes and kills
Crumples and defeats
Your soul is so ill
I can't bare the heat
YOU ARE READING
365 days of Ashes
PoetryOne poem a day for the next 365 days. This is my 2017 in two books and 365 poems Some poems are narratives of my life and thoughts, others are complete nonsense; figuring out which is which is the best part.
