Burn

World’s on fire…

 

Air turns to ashes,

ashes to ashes.

Our sins taint

what used to

be pure.

 

Black smoke

are the shadows

in which

evil lives.

Buildings burn,

people die,

and our love

lives on forever

through the shadows.

 

It grows hot out there,

but you shield me.

We watch demons

escape and

all hell break loose.

The angels of God

fight for our

only salvation.

The light in the dark

seems so far away.

How long will our

hopes burn?

 

World’s on fire,

and the air we

breath is ash.

The flames lick

at our clothes

and flesh,

floating in tongues

around us.

Fire blisters the skin

and reaps us out

into the open.

We breathe

and we burn

together.

 

The fighting angels fall.

Flames burning angel

wings to dust.

Explosions wake me

up inside.

So it isn’t a dream after all.

You wrap me within

your arms, saving me

from everything.

We fall together

onto the ground.

There is no spilled blood

as the storm breaks on us.

 

Peace settles,

but our destruction has come.

How will our hopes burn?

Alight like the breath of fire?

Who knows…

Buildings smolder,

people are dead,

and our love lives on.

And we breathe

as we burn.

Author's Note

This was the last poem in my second poembook.

"Last Words: Thank you to whoever has read this. During the past two years, I've gone through so much, and writing here has helped me to find solace. May you, too, find solace as well within my writings."

Reviews

[EMF]

The contrast of polarazied ideas here is elemental. Each stanza holds different polarity until there comes through a balance. Not a word seems out of place, but it leavess one with an impression of darkness, though there is hope. Might sound pretentious, but its the feelings that come through.