Poem

Burnt by my demons,
In the fire they ignited,
Inside my heart and very soul,

I was tormented,

A victim to pain,
A prey to emotions,
A slave to the thoughts,

That dictated my being,

It was then I found,
Light in the dark,
My solace in the sorrow,

It was not a God,
Nor a wise man,
It was my own, poem.

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