Burning the Self is a poem, through which I’m trying to set me free. Poetry helps me in resetting the eye of an I, which is often covered with pain body of different emotions.
Let me free me from my see-through & tight hold of the reins The shining pearls I’m dripping in this beautiful & heavy rain The clouds are dark & heavy, they are veiling my layers of pain
Crazy lines I’m scripting through the multiple black spots in my damaged brain It’s not in vain when I say my phase is the one controlling my haunted scene It’s like the red tint is tainted when it flows out from the inside of my stressed out veins
The way my top frame is screaming out in top form the rising rage I go crazy when my brain blows out in pieces to ride the insanely strong waves My mind is sometimes constrained in square shapes, I’m not able to losen my grip
Sharp thorns I’m shedding by burning the outer surface of my thick skin Deep dents I’m hammering out of the deformed shape of my swirling face It’s my Being standing out peacefully behind the ashes of my burning Self
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