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Loss in Fire

Wrote this after a house fire years ago.

By Chantae HardingPublished 10 months ago 1 min read
Loss in Fire
Photo by ibuki Tsubo on Unsplash

Darkness, blackness.

Smog, Smoke.

Dust, ash.

Broken, Gone.

Moving through the ash of what is left of my life.

Nothing but despair.

I sink farther into myself.

The walls get taller, as the room shrink.

Trapped inside my own soul.

Inside my skull.

Lost in the darkness I call my life.

sad poetry

About the Creator

Chantae Harding

Time to be honest and cut the crap. I love to write! I always have. I lost that for a while. I am here to grow, learn, and experience my own writing process. If you don't like my writing that's ok. I'm still learning.

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