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Poetic Firestorm
It’s a firestorm
that rages… and whirls… within my body,
that no hand of sanity can smother.
My innards burn,
my blood boils,
the flesh upon me bubbles.
Sane, as I may have been before,
the virtues that encased this body with innocence
has long but burned away.
that rages… and whirls… within my body,
that no hand of sanity can smother.
My innards burn,
my blood boils,
the flesh upon me bubbles.
Sane, as I may have been before,
the virtues that encased this body with innocence
has long but burned away.
Published 27th Nov 2018
| Edited 28th Nov 2018
Author's Note
This poem is about loss of innocence, and the loss of one's sanity, and how that affects the unfortunate who suffers from it so profoundly.
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27th Nov 2018 5:00pm
28th Nov 2018 5:23pm
I'm intrigued by your comment of how it "whispers to you" Alice. Please elaborate?
30th Nov 2018 12:35pm
This whispers to me because I struggle in reclaiming my sanity - when I think I have it, I find that it’s still a grasp away (often wonder if I ever had it in the first place haha). I feel like I’ve been trying to close that gap my whole life and circumstances that interfere with this pursuit, only cloud my direction… like a storm. I’ve lost my innocence. Continuously. What more can I say...
I like this poem.
I like this poem.
Anonymous
27th Nov 2018 8:55pm
A scream. My outside presents as socially acceptable, my inside feels like broken glass in my gut. I like what you say.
27th Nov 2018 9:30pm
