Your laugh lit my soul
aflame with compassion's warmth.
When they burn'd your flesh,
I brandish'd a rage that serv'd
to set that same flame to theirs
YOU ARE READING
Standalone Poetry
PoetryBecause sometimes I feel like it. They'll probably always conform to a format because I'm not great with free verse, so I strongly encourage looking up the rules of any forms you see here and don't understand.
