I'm returning
I don't know to what
But my despair
Fails to be contained
In isolation anymore
And I haven't read a book
In barely less than a year
And the world is
Cradling fire that all the
The fire-brigades in
It cannot touch,
They burn along,
Their cheeks streaming
With death.
Where do you turn
To look for someone to
Blanket your burning body when
Every last flesh
Is running around, crying
For a blanket themselves?
And I suddenly wish,
All those times I'd said I couldn't breathe,
I could now have taken them back,
When people cannot inhale long enough
To secure a moment's promise.
And i just realize,
That my flesh has no idea
Of how the fire rages —
It simply sits just a touch
Beyond its surface,
And only seethes in its shadow —
And I sometimes hate,
How fateful I have it.
And I desperately tense
My fingers —
They wish to grab the fire,
They wish to wrap around
The alit lungs,
And drag them out, out
Out to where I sit but —
I cannot
I cannot
I cannot.
