Here’s a poem I wrote a few weeks ago. It’s been a bit since I’ve written poems, but I hope you like it.
Cursed is the name we share
More so are the ones who take the name
Because a family of fighters is what you’ll find
The kind of people so determined not to become their parents
they scream and shout
not realizing that they already are
The kind of people who light up like Christmas trees
and the one who burns the brightest wins
The kind of people who resemble burning candles:
Tend to it, care for it, and all will be good
It’ll radiate the room around you with love and warmth
but betray it, leave it alone,
and it’ll burn your fucking house down.
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