And It Ravaged On

Fire can be so cold.

Flames lick the corners of the earth

Its screams rage in every direction

Breaking down. melting down

Falling into chaos and destruction

Life has no purpose

The roots below are dead

Breath is irrelevant

Nothing will ever grow again

Can we somehow get above it?

Can we escape this hell?

Any promise of peace

Is just an empty shell

Because even above the fire

We will be scorched

So is it worth it to run

When relief comes with the torch?

Reviews

[Valentine]

My first thought was the massive fires in California ...erasing all in its path. Valentine

[AUU]

Isn't fire interesting?

It's destructive. No doubt, but it's also necessary. The sun for instance.

Great poem. I've been writing about fire too, and your words are so true.

[Cobblestone Traveler]

Thank you for taking the time to read and review. Indeed, fire is a fascinating force.

[Lifeless Energy]

I love the power of the fire compared to the helplessness of the questioner.
What a joy to read and imagine.

[Cobblestone Traveler]

Thank you so much!

[Shabeeh Haider]

This is a very beautifully written poem. Depressing yet true. Life is becoming a hell because of the attitude of man and the only way of escaping from this torture is to "get relief with the torch"

[Cobblestone Traveler]

I appreciate the review. I'm very glad you liked it!

[An owl on the moon]

How this fire holds such destruction and darkness. It seems the flames came in winter. Powerful words.

[Cobblestone Traveler]

Thank you for your insightful review!