I can't stop here

I love him

That should be the end of this poem

But it's not. I can't stop here. 

No one knows

Because no one would understand

I can't say a word without fear.

You were a soul made of fire

And the hate of life, gasoline

How could you help but burn out?

Taking down everything in your path

You meant to, but maybe you didn't

I'll always live with that doubt.

The world was more to blame

But they would never admit or see it

You were built by it, then broken down

So that soul of fire burst

Hopes and dreams went up in flames

Ashes still float around this town...

Nothing before that day matters

Not to anyone but me,

They see that day and make up their mind

Nobody wants to look at the past

And I think I really know why

If they really looked, they are scared of what they would find. 

Reviews

[Nikita Hayward]

So touching. I really liked this poem so much! Continue what you are doing.

[Death's Poet]

Thank you so much