Entry 3 - Original Poem

The sleepless wake.
A blink with no eyes reflected,
In a pool of terror,
That speaks viciousness through its presence.

Shivers and crawls:
A reactionary tale
Of how one man
Became soot
In the flaunted view of flames
Gasping for air to breathe
For its strength to be witnessed.

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