Burned

Burn

A fury of fire that never died

Burn

A hatred that I refused to hide

Burn

My spirit that rose like a phoenix

 

Burns

The reminder of where I've been

Burns

Forever engraved upon my skin

Burns

A brand I refused to let break me

 

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

Kyle's_Allegory

I think we all have something that burns inside of us. It either makes up stronger and more determined or it completely destroys us consuming everything and only leaving a hollow shell.

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