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written by: Aaron McMillan



Smoke is rising,
Creeping all around,
It doesn’t have legs,
We can’t hear its sound.

As it gets closer,
It brings with it a heat,
The fight is now on,
I won’t fall to my feet.

You up the game,
Attack me with fire,
Only I am left to burn,
Is that your desire?

You’re consuming me,
I want to survive,
Please let me go,
I only want to feel alive.

Aaron McMillan

Aaron McMillan

APRIL 2016 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Aaron McMillan was born in Darwen, Lancashire in 1983. He recently moved to Inverness, Scotland. It is in the Highlands that he began to rekindle his love of writing, visiting, various beautiful and inspiring locations. Aaron believes that everything is poetry; that everything deserves to be written about.

Aaron has been published in several poetry books; Men of Words 2015, The Poetry Anthology 2016, Ripples in Verse and The Wider View. He has also has a book published titled ''In the Highlands''.
Aaron McMillan

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