Sometimes we are burned by the fires derived entirely from our imagination.
Sometimes that fire spreads and burns others.
All that's really needed is a spark and it's across the map spreading elsewhere like a virus.
You can't escape this fire.
No fireman can save you this time.
It burns everything in its path, deconstructing anything and everything you've built;
Disintegrating anything and everything you've built with.
It leaves you with absolutely nothing.
This is how you're treated when you don't conform to the abnormalities of the social norm.
YOU ARE READING
The Process of
PoetryThis whole book is a poem made up of smaller poems. It's a story of someone that is struggling through life. It's up to you to decipher your own story through this. #7 in haiku July 18, 2018 #1 in enlightenment July 18, 2018 -EasonV (Free verse and...
