Framed By The Flames Poem by Unic Cjonr

Sadness rustle my soul.

As per leave falling.

Inside Autumn, structured behind my sorrow.

The dead trees whispers the deadly words.

No, that is not who I chose to be.

I wish you could see.

I wish you were able to feel, me.

With my pain I rake, alone.

In the forest, I am edged by infinity.

The volume adds up to Nothing.

The sale is on, I gather far too much dead bark.

The coldness which cover my soul is real.

To the 2, to actually want to.

Falls my burned out stars.

Broken by a darkness.

Wishes that are cracked stares into the mirror.

Terrified by the monster which stares back.

Framed by the flames.

My eyes bleeds the tears.

I am the blame.

I am filled with fear.