Wednesday 11 July 2012

Poetry: Empty, Nothing




As quick as the spread of fire, the temper rises
Hot, reckless, frantic - burning all in its wake
It envelops every bit of my reason, my being, my soul
Til it consumes respect, contentment, happiness and Love
Then all of me is wiped out
Reduced to ashes, 
to emptiness, 
to nothingness.

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