Poem #12
Burn
Burning.
My soul is burning.
I watch it rise,
Ablaze,
Dying.
It burns.
I watch my heart,
It burns,
Going down in flames.
If it could scream,
It would.
Burning.
It's dying like me.
It burns.
I feel myself wither—
Burning.
I'm not dead physically,
I'll never be.
Too scared to go.
My feelings burn.
My chest burns.
My soul burns.
I burn.
I'm ablaze,
On fire.
Grieved by myself,
My decisions,
My mistakes.
It'll never be fixed,
Will it?
My mistakes,
Decisions.
I'll burn them with me.
Light them up,
So maybe I'll forget.
Ablaze,
Dying.
Like me.
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