Fire
Anger burns in me when not satisfied
My blood rushes to my head
Unhappy, I light a fire deep down
I can’t extinguish what I create
Satisfaction is a necessity
I turn into an uncontrollable force
Furious I see flames
Which have no light but scorch
My eyes turn melancholiac
With the cinders left in me
I can’t distinguish between right and wrong
An uneasy dread creeps in and draws confusion
Weight arrives on my shoulders
I can never cool down from the anguish
That foreshadows me secretly
Curiosity fills itself around
Questions begin to unravel
There conspires the evil
Doubt mocks the innocent
Igniting the fire and flames
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