By Arcassin Burnham
STILL BURNING,
AND I CAN FEEL THE SILENCE,
NEVER SAYING ANYTHING,
BUBBLING SOUNDS OF DROWNING,
ITS STILL HOT IN HERE,
THE FEELING OF SWEATING,
THE FEELING OF WONDER,
THE FEELING OF IMAGINATION,
GET INTO LITTLE INTERPRETATIONS,
AND ONE OFF VACATIONS,
ITS STILL HOT IN HERE.
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 11:17 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
STILL BURNING,
AND I CAN FEEL THE SILENCE,
NEVER SAYING ANYTHING,
BUBBLING SOUNDS OF DROWNING,
ITS STILL HOT IN HERE,
THE FEELING OF SWEATING,
THE FEELING OF WONDER,
THE FEELING OF IMAGINATION,
GET INTO LITTLE INTERPRETATIONS,
AND ONE OFF VACATIONS,
ITS STILL HOT IN HERE.
Hot in here
Request permission to use this poem