There was a fire in the distance.
The persistence of it,
is thrilling.
Bone chilling just watching it grow,
the glow forms the inevitable,
powerful,
lustful feeling.
How hurtful it must be,
when your hand gets too hot,
on top of the smoke of the flames.
Our full disclaims,
shall be tamed.
What will be explained through the blames?
While you see fame for yourself up ahead,
all I can see for you,
are chains dragging on the ground as you walk towards the grim.
Your words are like a rainstorm-
it pours down on my head, slowly dripping down my back, forming a puddle on the ground.
What has been found in the remains of the sounds around the drowned?
It has been frowned upon for years.
Never surround the tears, for they appear as ears- to hear their voices.
Fear is compatible in life... but,
can you live without the burning fire or even the pouring rain?
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Poems by me
PoetryNO COPY RIGHT WHAT SO EVER I for one, have been in love with writing poetry since I was younger, I just could never seem to get what I need to feel to say. I've recently written some new poems and I'm deciding if I should post them or not. What do...
