Disappearing in the flames
Invisible by shame
Sit around the pit
Sick
I'll jump in freewill
Always holding my head down
Quite night
Stormy morning
A long ride to the burial site
A sinkhole
Big enough for the world
Your tears
Pain and sorrows
A candle lit
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Comments2
There was a dark melancholic echo while reading this poem, a reflective piece
Thought fragments come like sparks off of a fire quickly burning out to be replaced by another. A thought provoking, interesting read
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