It is almost as if I am on the side of a
w c
i kIt is burning
And I am running away
From the f l a m eBut the fire is faster
Than I can move my legs
From the f l a m es o e
m kThe light behind me
Gets brighter
As I run from the f l a m eAnd I cannot see myself anymore
Light engulfs me, like a moth
Flying toward a f l a m eSlowly, slowly
I cannot run any further
And I am left a pile ofa h s
s e
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Plethora [Of Poetry]
PoetryLike watching a play of emotions from the front row seats. Plethora. _________________ Plethora [Of Poetry]. Original Poetry By @JeonDaokookie.