Fires
Fires burning in my soul
Secrets and sins are its coal
It burns through hope, It burns through glee
It destroys my life, then smiles at me
The fire blazes and can't be stopped
My brain is cooked and my heart is chopped
The fun in life is burnt beyond black
My imagination starts to crumble and crack
Time stops, but the flames burn on
Everything I am or was is gone
I open my eyes and I see the sun
The process is over the fires are done
I try to think of fun and of laughter
There once were dreams and I their crafter
The reality hits like a stone to the head
My childhood's over, my happiness dead
It feels like I'm brainwashed or in a dark cult
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I'm a Grad student now studying Biochemistry and Biophysics (not sure how I got there). I guess I've been using this site for nearly 8 years now though sometimes I went years without writing much of anything. I write what I feel and I write what I need to let go of. Sometimes I write about a dream or a nightmare I had, If I can tell the difference. I fell in love for poetry in high school and continued to write in college. I hope to publish a book someday as well (leave a comment if a poem speaks to you). P.S. My Instagram is @CottonCandyPoems
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