The Fire Inside

Eeva

I feel like I'm burning,

As if I'm on fire,

I'm dying of heat,

And I want to let go.

 

The warmth is a spreading,

The heat is a melting,

The flames, which are hurting

And the noise, which is emptying

 

The bucket of cold water,

It pours on my face,

But the fire's still burning,

On my still fiery, red, face.

 

There is no way to stop it,

The fire's too bright,

My stomach feels queasy,

With the fire at night.

 

My limbs aren't responding,

There is no one in sight,

And the fire's still burning,

And is clenching me tight.

 

I feel so alone,

I want someone to save me,

To tell me they care,

On this red, windy, night

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Eeva (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 15th, 2016 17:48
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 21
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