thank you for all of what you haven't done
to start reading in between the lines
must be such a hassle
unless it's for them
the writers of their own tragedies
you pull yourself in with them
there's nothing like worrying over
what doesn't need your attention
you're putting out a fire amidst an inferno
fight against the smoke clouding your lungs
blaze! blaze! the crowd cheers
as i hold up a match, ready to strike
the troops file in, marching, synchronized
to the beating of my heart, pounding now
it's all in my head but the drums aren't
light it up and throw it away
watch you watch the world
burn.
YOU ARE READING
melted
Poetry❝the present was the present, and we didn't even know it.❞ dedicated to kjh and wb highest ranking: #27 in poetry
