The Burning PlateA Poem by ShiikaAnother poem from Creative Writing class. Not entirely sure about the flow of this one.I see the plate
in the fire: Blackness slowly
creeps down its white face. Then the fire
slithers down… It is trapped;
it cannot escape. My failures, my
mistakes, my faults- They slowly
creep down my mind. They consume me as
a fire does a plate; No refuge can I seem to find… © 2013 ShiikaAuthor's Note
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