Burning Soul

This is a poem telling how a should can have such a fire.

Blazing fiery, never to be tamed. The colors of the flame. Of red and gold, of electric blue and orange. The fire that lies within me. My blessed element. But even asi praises it and even as I hold it dear, this fire is uncontrollable, shall surely be the death of me. It hungers for more power, and is borderline on rage. It struggles to leap out of me, and sear any who comes near.

Author's Note

There may be some incorrect grammar. Please excuse them. Thank you.

Reviews

[BlueRibbon]

It's much easier to read when you format it a bit better. Think of the visual as well as the literary.

[Lynn12513]

Ok I'll try that. Thank you very much for the review :)

[Jamestown]

Wow raw write, I have a piece called burnt soul, hope you check it out.
this is well written, I can identify with this fire you speak of, thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

[Lynn12513]

Thank you so much for the review :)