A Breath Of Flame

A pop a crack

of fire it burns

as learn of lies

I hear do turn.

I first believed

in what I heard

from a voice it

false I learned.

Part of me I’m

torn between

what ears hear

to what is seen.

A battle sets it

my soul on fire.

From day to day

I see you a liar.

In this house I

have tears cried

that see deceit

easily supplied.

Burn me alive

does this place.

Conflicted I try

my hurt erase.

Yet the fuel the

passion I’ve for

joy we’ve had I

your lies ignore.

These two parts

making me me,

at times I find I

fire can breathe.

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