Consumed Poem by Nancy Winter Miranda

Consumed



This feeling that's come over me,
engulfs my heart
consumes my soul.

To stay is to die.

Death by love
that knows no control...
to the limits...
a soul can give.

Chiseling away
from who I am...
these bits of me...
taken away...
consumed....
lost...

can't they see?

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