# There is too much fire in me

Author: makyo
Tags: Poetry, mental health

#6 of Poetry

More brain problems :P

There is too much fire in me to be described by the soldering iron's tip.  
  
If I were to draw that across my flesh,  
it would all spill out at once.  
I'd melt, eaten whole by flames,  
    and flow into a pool of molten silver.  
I would be borne up through the clouds,  
    and grow lighter by the second.  
Sublimation would claim me then,  
    atoms would scatter, diffuse.  
All that energy poured to the air around me,  
    an imperceptible increase in temperature.  
Particle would excite particle  
  until I'm felt only as warmth on your face.  
  
But even that would not be enough.

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