I kindle and wither at your request
I torch and burn at your dismay
I can not touch without suffering
I can only suffer without touch
I bring agony and distress
I live with only affliction and desolation
Life is filled with pain and envy of those who surround me
Life is filled with control and helplessness from myself
I can only hold on
Hold on to my sanity and pride
Let go of my worries and cares
Staying until I am released
Without fight or hatred
Without surrender or love
Holding on until my blaze is doused
Until I am set free
Set Free.
YOU ARE READING
Inside the Minds of the Unspoken
PoetryA journey occurring over the course of three years in which unspoken thoughts can finally become reality.
