The Spark
I fear I have lived far too much life in far too little time.
In my 16 years I have loved and died and been revived more times than one could possibly count.
I fear the amount of life I’m allotted is running out.
My spark is running out.
My will to live is running out.
I lit the fuse too early and someday soon,
I’m going implode.
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PowerPoetryIntern2019
Hey Audrey,
I'm a 2019 Power Poetry Intern. I love your poem! The second line is so powerful. Our team would like to share your work on social media. We can link your accounts, or if you prefer, keep you anonymous. Please reply to this comment letting me know if we can share your poem. Thanks for your great work!
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Ashley