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A poem for the daily prompt of Burn.

My Cage

Flames bloom

Flames bloom And I wither

Flames bloom And I wither Trapped in this cage of fire and doubt

Flames bloom And I wither Trapped in this cage of fire and doubt I long for a happy outcome

Flames bloom And I wither Trapped in this cage of fire and doubt I long for a happy outcome But fate has yet to be thwarted

Flames bloom And I wither Trapped in this cage of fire and doubt I long for a happy outcome But fate has yet to be thwarted The crowd around me roars

Flames bloom And I wither Trapped in this cage of fire and doubt I long for a happy outcome But fate has yet to be thwarted The crowd around me roars With hatred and fear

Flames bloom And I wither Trapped in this cage of fire and doubt I long for a happy outcome But fate has yet to be thwarted The crowd around me roars With hatred and fear I am never to be among them

They cheer as I burn

They cheer as I burn Or maybe it's just my imagination

They cheer as I burn Or maybe it's just my imagination Maybe what I take for cheers

They cheer as I burn Or maybe it's just my imagination Maybe what I take for cheers Are merely cries of pity

They cheer as I burn Or maybe it's just my imagination Maybe what I take for cheers Are merely cries of pity But then the fires flare

They cheer as I burn Or maybe it's just my imagination Maybe what I take for cheers Are merely cries of pity But then the fires flare And I am swallowed

They cheer as I burn Or maybe it's just my imagination Maybe what I take for cheers Are merely cries of pity But then the fires flare And I am swallowed Into white-hot agony

They cheer as I burn Or maybe it's just my imagination Maybe what I take for cheers Are merely cries of pity But then the fires flare And I am swallowed Into white-hot agony And the faces disappear

They cheer as I burn Or maybe it's just my imagination Maybe what I take for cheers Are merely cries of pity But then the fires flare And I am swallowed Into white-hot agony And the faces disappear And there is only pain

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