People inconsiderate, never learning, always hurting,
The people are like misguided flames.
There are people here to blame.
They don't do their jobs, just burn them all away.
Everything the fire touches, gets hurt in some way.
So by the heart and soul that hurt, the pride has burned away.
And so for that I turn away, to face another day.
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My Poems
PoetryPoems I've written when the muse strikes~ All these poems are original, and an expression of how I felt at the moment. Quite a few of these are old, and many were posted on Gaia on my account.
