On fire

My soul is on fire,

Blazing, untamed yet restrained.

It escapes in my fury,

Vents and risings.

Rebellions and flaring,

Have become synonymous with;

Scorching breaths of words,

Crude and melting.

My insides are on fire,

As it chars the body black.

Black from within, you are;

Is all what they can say.

Now all I sense is a burn

Within, and I’m told it’s

The stomach acid, then

why do I breathe out smoke?

Turns out Pompeii,

Is all within me,

With masterful sculptures of death;

With a shining ember.

And that ember, still

Glowing bright; and

Nothing can douse,

My heart that’s on fire.


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