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Aflame

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By Katie MatthewsPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
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The memory of us sets me aflame.

A burning moves throughout my veins,

As I long for the day I can be free of these chains.

I think of how I lost you and I wonder who’s to blame.

Was it me that drove you out with my wicked need to maim?

Now I drown in my tears as if they were the heaviest of rains.

And I wish I had you here, instead I sit alone, soaking in my pains,

While I wait for the devil to come and lay his claim.

How can I be forgiven when this is the mess I have made?

Perhaps this is my punishment, perhaps this is my fate.

To grow old in hopes of your return.

As years pass by, I have become far more afraid.

That I shall be forever cursed to sit here and to wait.

And I wonder what the lesson is I’m to have learned.

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Katie Matthews

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