A Fire

Original Artwork

There is a fire in my heart.

But it will not spread.

It is a low flame gathering at the base,

burning the roof of my heart to a crisp.

The life of my flesh, the only river that returns,

burnt into the ceiling, like meat forgotten on the grill.

But in this the pulse remains,

That when I die and you think my soul at peace,

You’ll reach into me with blunt knives you bought for cheap

And find inside a piece of me

burning over a fire that won’t recede

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Stefan

I am a college student, studying in India. I'm a musician and I love to write, be on stage, and meet people. My blogs are about looking at life from a new perspective. I try to talk about the things we all sometimes miss out on.

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