Suddenly she had an internal spark,
From there she thought her journey she would embark.
The spark spread fire to her eyes,
You could here the crackling of the flames, not her cries.
It was a burst of orange flames,
To her, this wasn't fun and games.
She figured who she wanted to be,
And she wanted her wish, ever so badly.
But no one could hear what she had to say,
'cause her sparking flames got in the way.
The orange turned to red in rage,
For no one could hear her from inside her cage.
Soon the enclosed space, was filled with fire,
She wanted it all, every wish, every desire.
Then she panicked, and before she had learnt,
She died in her own fury, into ashes she burnt.
She wanted the whole world to know, but she'd never spent any time trying to break her cage. So the flames consumed her.....
I'm actually really happy with this..... I guess you can say I'm on fire ayyyy?!?!?
Ok I'll go.....
~!~Ana
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A Poem Is Worth A Story
PoetryDo you think something's not real, A legend , a superstition. Did you ever want an answer, A reason, an explanation. Stories could be fake, People could too, But it's not in our hands, To define who's who. Like how a picture is worth a thousand word...
