I'm living in a body that isn't mine
The stories about me circulate Faster than a fire burning down Farmhouses abandoned on the prairie
I am a fire. Burning down my life What was once mine but now Screams like a plant on its last dying breath
The farmhouse--my Life-- calls for help with every Dry, cracking, groaning beam that Collapses into ash However
How can anyone hear the screams Of an abandoned farmhouse?