Sometimes I set my world on fire

just to watch it burn

The conflagration, that cleansing flame,

reduces everything to ash

until nothing is left except

the spark that gave birth to the blaze



Sometimes I destroy walls around my city

just to watch them fall

The rubble, that beautiful ruin,

reduces everything to the sum of its pieces

until nothing is left except

the bricks that laid foundation to the barricade



Sometimes I release the floodgates around my dammed heart

just to watch it drown

The flood, that renewing deluge,

reduces everything to unsullied emotion

until nothing is left except

the hope that existed before the trauma

that laid claim to you and me





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