Fire and Ice
Back when things
were simple and innocent,
life felt beautiful and full of bliss.
I could feel the warmth
that life gave me.
Each trip I take around the sun
leaves me with less and less
of life's warmth and beauty.
This fire that once surrounded me
has slowly unraveled and now
the icy wind bites at my skin
until there is nothing left.
This poem is about:
Me
Poetry Terms Demonstrated: