Sleepless: A Poem

The heart burn keeps me awake. 

No, not heartburn. 

Heart. 

Burn. 

It hurts. 

I thought the fire was extinguished, 

But there was a spark that set it ablaze again. 

And I affirm that it is salvageable, 

But the growing pile of ashes tells me differently. 

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