My fires rise high around me
The seething ache keeps me in placeI should relax and heal
But I crave the haste of the faster pace.I share my sparks amongst others
To ignite that little blue blazeBecause I'm all inferno
And to them, it's a drug they want to tasteI'm always trying to fly
But my wings are tattered and charredI'm strong enough to keep going
But I feel like I never get very farI push myself so hard
That when I stop, I breakSo I keep myself going
Until it's too much to takeWhen I get to that point
I walk into my flamesIt burns me alive
And I welcome the painIt might seem like hell,
But for me it's my peaceIt stings me like ice
But comforts like a breezeI sink in the heat
It burns in my bonesIt's damaging my soul
But this is my home
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Darkest Days|| Poetry and Prose
PoetryIt's all in the title. Second book of poetry and Prose as the other was getting a little full.