A word that echoes a thousand times,
Leaving fear a conquerer of thoughts...
Life outside is chaotic.
I've touch hell barehanded,
Then the flames climbed up my shirt,
Started burning down my skin,
Turning me to ashes...
I directly screamed for help,
And then an angel pulled me back.
Back to where I belong,
And never deserve to leave...
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The Burning Embers
PoetryPoetry Book, "Behind her eyes hides a galaxy, sometimes some stars flow down her cheeks where they can find warmth..." "Watch the rain little pluviophile..." "You meant to me what angels mean to skies..." "Dare to dream, Fight to rise, And believe t...
