-My Soul
The sky is light blue,
but my soul is dark red.
Red like the flames,
flames you can't wash out.
The type of flames that
don't leave but stay.
Stay for hours,
until I burn and turn
into ash.
My soul is dark, like
the storm within the clouds.
Within the clouds where
you will never find me,
because my soul will not
want me to be found.
This poem is about:
Me