I am an unending fire.
My soul lights up within.
I cannot help the burning.
I'm covered in gasoline.
The one who pored it on me.
Has hidden himself away.
Trying not to remember.
The words he had to say.
But it doesn't matter,
For I shall put the fire out.
The only trouble is,
With the fire goes my heart.
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Alone and Free (Poetry-Drawings)
PoetryHere is a special compilation of poetry for anyone who wants to be inspired. As I went through many circumstances in life, moving, loosing friends and loved ones, I felt the urge to write. And what could be better than pouring my heart out on a piec...
