~Poems~

The Forest And The Fire

In a forest where there's nobody around, there is a fire burning

On the gasoline drenched sticks and branches I placed, it's burning with an aggressive blend of orange, yellow and red, grey at the tips

I'm sitting on the hard dirt ground, watching it dance

Under the rattling leaves on the branches of these dark trees, I'm leaving the world to enter the land of my own brood

These orange flames encourage me to travel further

I'm pondering about life, and how we are all just walking, just walking through the trees

Is there a meaning to this whole mess?

We are all just walking, until one day it gets to us and a grave is digged

The wind combs through the leaves, making the fire in front of me slightly hiss in discontent

Darkness is settling above me, covering everything in a darker version of itself

I think heavily of the fears we all have pre-installed in our systems

About how we all just walk and all those memories we thought never would've gone away

Everything is a facade, a theater, and all the pain we had to go through will one day mean nothing

The human race can fight disease, but never oblivion

And the person you fought your whole life to become, it will one day mean nothing

These flames are just close enough for my skin to sense its presence, but not enough to burn it

Deep in the forest I sit, knowing there's no stars for this night

My body has a crater, because I know that nobody will ever remember this as time will progress

We walk, ducking under branches and stepping over tiny rivers, not knowing where to go

This fire is dangerous, it has the potential to spread to the wrong branch and burn the whole forest to ashes

But the fire is the only light in the scenery, and the flames have already decreased

In the forest, where I sit alone, I warm myself by the dying fire

As the wind blows over the surrendering orange and purple flames, I remind myself that everything we do is a distraction from the end we're walking to

All the emotions we've ever felt are never permanent

So many extraordinary lives that have been thrown into the flames, turning into ashes and hidden in oblivion

The gasoline drenches sticks and brances have orange scattered over them, the ember isn't giving up without a fight

Coldness is starting to crawl under my skin

We all just walk, lighting fires to survive and hoping to forget that we will be forgotten

Now the last smoke has reached for the sky, and the fire is dead

It leaves me to the darkness that embeds the forest where nobody is near

I leave the scenery, continuing my endless walking

(11/11/2016)