My insides are burning
like a forest on fire,
It burns and burns
until there is nothing left to be burned.
My beautiful green leaves
are now powdered black ashes
that fly with no purpose,
black ashes that go where the winds take them.
My big brown trunk now
a lifeless piece of soft, weak, unwanted substance.
A substance with no sustenance,
like my meagre nonchalant existence.
The long branches that once
bore my beautiful green leaves,
now reduced from a healthy bunch
to a rotten, diseased, and weakened few.
Like this brutally burned forest,
all that's left of me are ashes.
The fate of every tree, every plant,
and
every animal in this forest
was to burn to ashes in the flaming fire.
A fire that was lit in the heart of the forest,
a fire that consumed and swallowed all in its way,
a fire that knew no mercy,
a fire that killed.
Like this brutally burned forest,
all that's left of me are ashes.
Ashes that fly with no purpose,
ashes that go where the winds take them;
the most real remains
of a soul that burned to death.
~Shreya~
WONDERFUL🌟
Beautiful work😍