this poem sound depressing... but its what came out
Fire
I cannot fight
My enemy I cannot see
Big, looming, out there
A friend killed
I’ve seen the worse
Tears, fear, I can be strong
I have done wrong
So many lives
Mine so small
The enemy is me
Grief, pain, life
I would choose the same again
The struggle to win
A life stooped
All ashes and dust
....=(
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