Internal Cremation
The burning, it cremates my chances
A raging fire- it jumps, it dances
Lighting new paths then turning them to ash
Sweeping up the future to mix them with the trash
Destroying my organs, ripping through their being
Tearing my faith and preventing hope from seeing
I promise one day I will put out the flame
For the ignition, I'm the only one to blame
I want to strike the match in a different place
I crave its full effects and not a mere trace
I need it, and want it to show on my face
Happiness should be here, and I'm so sick of the chase
Copyright © Kate Moore | Year Posted 2011
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