It was the flame
Bright blue and orange
It incandescence was illuminating
Like the pitch black reality
Of the drought pervading my skull
It was as I would've imagined it all!!!
A balloon deflating
The room enlarging
Silent calling of true worry
The very things that beckoned
A welcoming for the droplets
Of rain from my eyes
Before I burned.
And.
Became the fire I was stoking.
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Labyrinth
PoetryPoems I made during quarantine. A poem compilation about eating, sleeping and other things. I don't know what I have created. Read at your own risk.
