Anxiety
Consuming fire
Bitter ire
Eating away at me,
Turning me into ash.
Burning fire
All consuming ire
Smiling has become strange.
It seems that I've really changed.
Everything I once knew,
Grew a crooked smile and ran away.
Damning fire
Strengthening ire
And all I can do is laugh.
It's not a nice sound.
But neither is,
Lasting fire.
Copyright © Serenity Nightingale | Year Posted 2019
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