The Fire Rages On
The bandages that wrap my
Heart fibers are
Embedded in the music of
Fire turn rhythmically around.
I can't take you out of me like a
Rap humming tune unfocused and groggy
External driven broken clock.
Rage, within me, yet I cannot stop crying
And the terrors of the night are
Grim; being left alone to
Endure internal anguish. It
Seems impossible that you are gone.
Our souls were one, though I don't know why;
Now it's a tearful good-bye.
8/26/2019
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2019
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