BurnA Poem by Richard MuellerI'm a fire
Something is growing inside me
Oh god I think it might be a fire No, not a flame of passion An actual slow-burning Ember creating Night lighting Fire I feel it burning my whole state of being From the inside out There's no hope left for me There's no hope left for those around me Because all I can do is Burn Burn myself Burn people Burn places Burn everything I think the only way to extinguish me and my life Is an ice cold bucket of water I won't have to live with guilt I won't have to live with myself I won't have to hurt people, places, and things I can just die out like most every other flame
© 2017 Richard MuellerAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorRichard MuellerRiver Grove, ILAboutWritten in digital ink, I implore to you my thoughts for they are something you'd be intrigued by, I would think The Poet And The Singer, Both With Silver Tongues PS I'm 17, but to be able to read.. more..Writing
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