This Fire Goes Higher

just a sad poem


1. This fire goes higher

~~This fire goes higher.
 You said you loved me, you liar.
 My situation is dire,
 Like a nail in a tyre;
 Empty, now deflated.
 Your fault. My fault, I hesitated.
 This internal riot
 May seem quiet
 To outsiders
 But in my head
 It does imbed.
 It's loud, too loud.
 Bangs, crashes around.
 Drowns everything out.
 Even the doubt.
 No room for anything
 But Pain.
 She reins
 In my brain,
 Her broken domain
 Always the same
 And always more sane
 Than Anger
 Sometimes I'm glad I have her.
 Anger is livid
 Has no self control
 He has none at all.
 With his fire red hair,
 He sits in a chair
 Then stands
 And paces around.
 Whereas sad, with Pain, I lounge.

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