Everyday I burn.
The flames lick the inside of my skin.
I am provocable.
I am immediate.
I am before, and I am today.
Left behind, tingling still,
I whisper 'don't',
Because tomorrow is a 3 week daydream.
But everyday I burn,
Everyday I try
& everyday rises and sets
With the fire.
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Author:
Karoline (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this poem about my recent miscarriage. It's actually the first feeling I think I've expressed in an entire month. I'm aware that it's probably awful, but I had to get it out there. Sorry.
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