Great Disaster Poem by Desiree Whitamore
Great Disaster
my heart is in ashes
the burning was quick.
i'm here till this passes,
i'll be taking this hit.
the sun will be falling,
i've got no control,
my body keeps calling,
but i've lost my whole soul.
the blood isn't flowing,
and it really should be.
the embers are glowing,
and they're torturing me.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
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