A burning coal am I,
Dormant until fuel is fed to me...
Then I burn,
Quickly becoming a flame,
Moving into a burnout...
Everything is turned to ash,
Dead is what things become...
There is now only hollowness,
Until the ground heals,
And everything is green again....
But the coal still remains,
Glowing its red light,
Eager for the next chance to consume all...
What am I?...
---JDS Poetry
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Inner Emotion
PoetryA collection of poems that I'm hoping that people can relate to. I've tried my best to put my own emotion and feelings into these
