I Burn

Karoline

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.

  • Author: Karoline (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 18th, 2018 14:52
  • 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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