Heat
There is a burning heat that
c r a w l s
inside of me
Sometimes it is suffocating and burns
images together in a puddle of
rotting flesh
Oh, that soft blanket reduced to ashes
My hopes and dreams tossed and disregarded
Because of this stupid heat
Maybe in time, a cooling will come to soothe
my mood
I'll try not to be rude
Please don't push or shove, it just makes it worse
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Phobia: Edge Me
PoetryA collection of poems to pass the time. All poems are written by me.
