Steady earth beneath my feet,
and raging fire within me meet.
The earth gives solace,
calm, and ease.
The flames roar higher,
scorching sensibility.
The torrent of fire seems inconsolable;
it rushes with anger, pride and love.
It hungers for my peace,
devouring it, breaking my resolve.
My only hope is to bring my feet
back to solid ground.
To choose calm over chaos,
to feel nothing rather than hurting.
Far too obvious,
the solution lies in front of me.
As the bottle drains, so do I.
Together now, we are empty.
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Just some freeverse I threw together the other night. Before you go “oh, Ryan’s so emo, blah blah”, let me just say that this was more of an exercise than anything, although I definitely have had nights like this before.