There used to be
Electricity running
through these veins
Sparking and crackling
A powerful blaze
A current so strong
It was felt more than
seen
An invisible train
With invisible steam
There used to be
Fire behind these eyes
Dancing and playing
A burning surprise
A swirling inferno
That was carefully
contained
Bright orange plumes
Proud and unashamed
Now there is a darkness
A deep and empty space
The flames have been
extinguished
The current has been
replaced
The electricity and the
fire
Have flickered out with
time
Now they’re just a
memory
A punishment for some
crime.
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