Fire

Day#5 of IntrotoPoetry

Prompt: Imperfect

Form: Limerick

 

I chanted as a mantra, I am so very flawed

But in the first burn of love, you were too awed

To listen. I thought you’d hear me once it healed

But the pain was never with a scar safely sealed

And now, to put out what was lit, on the flames I trod.

 

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