I don't want this fire to end
For what happens once the flame has burned out?
What happens when all that righteous rage runs dry?
Does the revolution march on after we die or does it whimper out of existence?
I want to feel like this forever:
Powerful and chaotic
But wildfires don't last forever.
And that's the bittersweet part about all of this,
It has to end.
How do we live when our meaning has been lost?
How can I move on when glory was just around the corner?
I want to keep this freedom but I don't know how to live without a purpose,
I don't know how to live without a fight,
I don't know how to live with this victory.
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The Boy That Never Forgot Their Name
PoetryStep into the life of a mystery in this poetry collection exploring romance, death,pain, and creatures out of this realm. Forget what you have learned of heartbreak and ghosts because when you walk into the forest I promise that you will know the tr...
