It always burns
It churns
It's turning and turning
Never ending churning.
It flares up into the sky
Its agitated soul eats away
All the events of today
Its smile is wry
It's having fun
It won't ever cry.
It lives in the core of my being
It's bulimic.
It's always eating
Chomping down on dreams and memories.
It turns my fingertips into ashes
With one soft touch
It's out of my control
It burns my mind
It burns my heart
It burns inside my soul.
Fire Of The Soul
It takes everything from me
It stops me from falling into the darkness
It keeps me alive
But it burns all I hold dear
With its touch
Fire of the Soul you make me smile
You're so funny that it hurts
You infest me with emotions
You violate my mind
Fire of the soul
What are you sculpting?
YOU ARE READING
Still Wishing
Poetry- C o m p l e t e d - Started on the 23. 02. 19 Completed on the 27. 05. 19 DEEP poems And others not so deep. Hope you like them. They get better as you read. #6 quickread || 02. 01. 2019 #262 short || 16. 01. 2019 #2 anythingreally || 23. 02...
