Burnt

A poem

Sweedle
Sep 15, 2021
Photo by Anderson Rian on Unsplash

There is a fire in her neighborhood,

but no one cares enough to put it out.

Smokes of anguish arise from her chest;

her eyes are too dry to leak tears.

The sky won’t rain till she falls.

She keeps burning alone;

while others keep to themselves behind these walls.

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Sweedle

sister, polyglot, writer, INFP. Currently struggling between good poems and bad stories!