Everything I touch turns to ash.
I have been burnt so many times before.
That my tears burn my skin.
I have burned bright.
I have burnt long.
I have been a flickering flame.
I have been a roaring blaze.
What once fueled me has dowsed me
Now I am but ambers with a fading glow.
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Poems From a Mad mind.
PoetryPoems I have written. They tend to be quick reads. Some sad, happy, depressing, deep, and everything in between. They are not all good but I like to think I have a few good ones scattered through. Some are short some are longer. So are simple some a...
