these emotions inside
building up up up
until the fire raging inside of me is screaming to be let out
and suddenly i let go, just let go
channel the rage and fear and despair and hope
i scrape up every last bit of hope from between my bones
and unleash the fire on the world
suddenly everything is ablaze and the only sound in my ears
is the howling wind
working with me, doing what i ask
and making the flames rise higher higher higher
and making the fire spread quicker
until a moment passes and i can feel with every ounce of my body
that every part of the world is burning like the sun
the water of the ocean is replaced with the inferno of my mind
every city is engulfed by the conflagration that i produced
i did this
and i look around and watch the world burning
see the whirls of fire spinning round round round
watch the people dying
and will the pain and guilt that i know should follow
except no wave of terror overcomes me
no grand realization that i'm the weapon of mass destruction
i know i should but i don't feel like the monster i know i am
nothing happens to me as the crackles and pops of the holocaust smoking suddenly explodes and the scorching flames shoot out in every direction
until my knees buckle from the depletion of my energy
and the tears i now cry fizzle on my cheeks
and when at last a teardrop reaches my nose and drips down
the fire fades to embers
and i'm forced to recreate the world out of the ashes
i might have gotten really into a book and then wrote a poem sorta based off of it and maybe i let my emotions take over and so maybe this isn't good but sorry for feeling things so deeply
