There was a fire at the end of the road
which was burning since Wednesday.
There was a fire burning as bright as the
sun millions
and millions of miles away.
There was a fire at the end of the road which helped you
in a way people could not understand.
There was a fire at the end of the road
which was burning since Wednesday
and it transferred into you.
You became a fist full of fire
which people saw from miles away.
You saw the fire
as a source of inspiration.
A source which you can use for yourself.
There was a fire at the end of the road
which was burning since Wednesday.
There was a fire burning
and now it is burning inside of you.
And everyone hates it with a fiery passion.
YOU ARE READING
The Fallen Stars
PoetrySometimes you can fall between the cracks without anyone noticing. But then how do you express your thoughts and emotions? "The Fallen Stars" just happens to be a poetry collection with thoughts and emotions which no one else wants to hear.
