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The Fire


I sit there staring at the flames Thinking back at the time When everything was sane. In one fleeting moment That was gone Never to return The flames climb higher And higher Consuming everything My hopes, dreams, wishes, And my thoughts of you. Remember when you were my world? When I would of died for you? Now that's gone too. Smoke Fills the air Choking the life out of everything My eyes Sting at the thought This is it isn't it? The fire flickers And burns the edges of my mind I can't stop it Out of control Who would of thought, The thing I loved most Brought me to my demise I scream No one hears No one comes Not even you The fire rages It leaves nothing behind It wont let up I scream in agony I plead, I pray, Nothing No one It hurts A raw burn It tortures, It smiles at my pain "Let me go" "No," Too much I can't take take it I've lost it now My mind was stolen Now they look Now they see Not the real me They wonder They marvel If only They knew I'm foreign Not real An alien They see the outside What about the inside? I'm trapped Where do I go Wake up It's not real Oh yes it is The flame is real It is the thief A perfect con Hotter Brighter it Burns Higher Higher it goes My heart goes next What am I now? A hollow shell Followed by my soul Everything It's all gone What's left? Anything? No nothings left It's all gone All that I loved All that I wanted It's' gone All gone Turned to ash The fire dies down Me with it Nothing left to consume It dies I die
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Comments (2)

savigirl14
<p>Fire is sweet but manipulative. Like crime, it takes over the good life and hurts other people. Really good poem. Please read my poems and tell me what you think.</p>
savigirl14
<p>Fire is sweet but manipulative. Like crime, it takes over the good life and hurts other people. Really good poem. Please read my poems and tell me what you think.</p>

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