Creative Writing, Poetry

The Things I Lost In the Fire

There are pieces of me that I call the things I lost in the fire

Fires I put out that I never startedTorches and pitch forks chasing after the things that I never wanted

Pieces of me that I had no problems with loving

But someone out there made it a point to burn down

Ashes to ashes

Dust to dust

Blown away and forgotten

These pieces of me have disappeared and I stand in the mirror trying to see who I am

I’ve come to the conclusion of nothing

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