My life is like Ash
Once lively now gone
Never to be forgotten
Yet never to be remembered
Because no one sees what I see
I am like Ash
I feel like I'm stepping on fire each day
From dusk till dawn
And when I am at peace
Is when smoke is around me
Because I hate it
But that's what makes me like it
Because it kills me
And that's what makes me pleased with it
I am like Ash
And when the wind blows
No one will see me
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A Simple Sentence
PoetryA compilation of poems and short stories written by myself based on my mood and my day. May trigger some of you as some may be slightly depressing.
