flame

let the poem explain itself

I sit here wondering what I should write

I guess writers block and a blank mind 

I sit here and ponder I also ask whats inside 

I try to see good but im blinded by madness 

Im blinded by fear 

Im blinded by ANXIETY! 

Is there praiseworthy anywhere?

Is there good  I can hear? 

Because all I hear is screams, so I grab the gasoline.

I just want it to stop. 

I pour it every where, grab the matches.

And let this place rot and burn, the flames are so warm.

And I just sit. An burn with it. 

Its my time, let the beautiful flames sizzle my ache away. 

Let the flames be my escape

Author's Note

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