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The Fire Inside Me
As I look out at the streets, I feel the chains around doesn’t set me free I don’t realize what is it burning inside, But that’s something like a fire inside me. I feel my adrenaline pumping, emotions pouring in Can’t resist the suffocation around, want to flee; Somewhere far away where I have fresh air to breathe, Is this all because I have a fire inside me. I decide to take some steps in the street, Checking my skills to sceranate the perjurer, the deceive; But then I realize, I’m lost in the crowd of chrematist, And this sudden irritation fuels the fire inside me. The end of the street brings me to a mall, I enter; I feel the change of ambience is what I need, But the sight of mates and spouses pricks me, I cognize what I can’t share, the loneliness I live in; Half of me is burning because of the fire inside me. Slowly the tears of pain accumulate in the throat, Which fails the pain of starvation to resurface, Still I want to concentrate on my meal with certain, But the dried up soul in me is like a furnace, That has no control over the fire inside me. I realize that I’m standing in the middle of nowhere, Just wanna a take a path out of this misery; I struggle, I suffer, I grave things on paper Yet I find no peace, no salvation that can Or has the power to extinguish the fire inside me. After burning the lamp oil for the whole night, My eyes open up to see the room filled with sunlight, I can’t agnize when my suffering took the shape of consopition, But in all an all I find a feeling of satisfaction has taken over me, As if something has managed to control the fire inside me. Now things where becoming clear for me, As if someone has put me on a path to lead, I gathered my dear ones and planned an outing in brief, And left the rest on the situation to seed, So finally I learnt the art of directing the fire inside me. On a happy note when things were going on, I felt the importance to appreciate the rage, The anger, the suffocation, the demands, Plus all the things breathing in me, Which were nourished by patience and tolerance Had finally taught me the lesson to control the fire inside me... The fire inside me......... The fire inside me.........
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