The Burning Man Poem by Asher Kessar

The Burning Man

Rating: 4.5


</></></> A burning man I am. And ashes soon I'll be. My youth set a flame. My growth flared so free. Now all alone, I burn whimsically. My fire begins to die. My hands, black as coal. My tongue begins to dry. My eyes grow very cold. A burning man I was, burning oh so free. Now i burn alone, and die quietly..

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Ashraf Nasser 29 October 2011

I'ts pretty depressing to be honest but it is about my life and life in general.

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Vithika Jaiswal 29 October 2011

hmm... really nice.. its thoughtfull.... : -)

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Ashraf Nasser 29 October 2011

One of the most depressing but honest poems I've ever made.

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