The Fire

I have a peace now in my mind, though
the fire still rages.

A fire that burns his residue still.

I'm commited to the aim, and the beast
that rampages within.

Life requires effort, let's strive.

I want what's best for us. I've tasted
the worst.

The fire is ablaze, leaving nothing to the
mercy of fate.

Published by Smith Shine Poetry

I am my poetry, my poetry is me. I pray what I believe. I believe what I pray.

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