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The world is on fire,
melting the ice in my soul.
The Gods tower above me,
With eyes black as coal.
What obsession is this?
Where do I go now?
Treading water.
trying to keep my vow.
Doing what's best.
What's the greater good?
I'd change it all,
if only I could.
Halfway to the end,
but now I'm not sure.
So many things
I try to endure.
Friction burns my hands,
slowing down my descent.
I should have told them,
that's not what I meant.
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Debra Herrington
I've been writing since I was 16, I use poetry as a means of expressing my opinions and feelings.
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