I write with the Fire of agony that burns in my chest.
Pain has no name.
Sharing title.
All experienced differently.
I don't recognize the sound of pain in the nerves of my flesh
Nor have I made them.
There's just a raggedy tragedy of heart and soul left mentally scared by the disregard of the human art sitting on a canvas of madness with nothing but panic from a child frantic and abandoned.
I write with the fire of agony that burns in my chest