Perhaps I am a fire,
That no one is able to tame,
A bonfire of emotions,
A swirl of dancing flame.
Maybe it rages inside me,
Begging to be let out,
But the world has dampened my kindling,
Leaving me in doubt.
Perhaps I am fire,
But I've been told I'm less than trash,
This planet has suppressed me,
I'm dwindling into ash.
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Everything is Ash
PoetryI'm just another person struggling through life one day at a time. Life's too much and too little, overwhelming one moment and empty the next. Everything is ash, everything is coated with dust and defeat; everything is bleeding and broken and beau...
