Poetry

I can

feel the fire going out as the passion

starts to go out inside of me.

I know that there isn’t much time left to save the happy feeling inside of me.

So I quickly try to find  a way to gain some  inspiration and hope for the best.

As the words and thoughts fly through my mind I hope the right ones will come out before the fire goes out and I feel so cold inside.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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