Fire
Let me curl up
And die.
Let me curl up
And die.
Let me curl up
Sheltered from the cold, cruel gazes cast
At my lonely, battered form.
Let me curl up,
Leave me be.
Let me shy away.
For don’t you see-
All I want
Is peace.
Life.
Death.
To be alone,
To not be lonely.
To be me.
So let me curl up, and find
All these things for just a moment;
Some peace for just a moment;
Until the Earth
Is engulfed
In fire.
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Poetry for the Soul
PoetryAll original poems by me that I've dug up from who-knows where and decided to do something with. Some are funny, some are dark, some are deep, and some are just a whole new level of random. Enjoy.
