Loss in Fire
Wrote this after a house fire years ago.
By Chantae HardingPublished 12 months ago • 1 min read
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.
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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