On fire

I am the soul who started the blaze 

I began a small fire that burned on for days

It wasn’t my fault I tried to believe

but all I could do was vanish and grieve

the damage I caused I can not understand

theres pain in my eyes and blood on my hands

no one can share this burden with me

For I am the fire and the forest you see.

This poem is about: 
Me

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TRANSRAINBOW11

your poems speak out to me and this one especially 

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