Mar 2016
Fire
Tears across the horizon.
Orange, red, gold,
Burning the eyes,
Unstoppable.
Dark, black clouds,
Like a curtain,
Stretch across the newborn sky.
Blotting out all
But a stripe of Hell.
Wind
Scalds the skin
As the streak of flame
Grows ever larger,
Ever brighter.
Perhaps
When the sun shows itself,
Dissolving the illusion,
The fear of unstoppable flame
Will cure you.
Tears across the horizon.
Orange, red, gold,
Burning the eyes,
Unstoppable.
Dark, black clouds,
Like a curtain,
Stretch across the newborn sky.
Blotting out all
But a stripe of Hell.
Wind
Scalds the skin
As the streak of flame
Grows ever larger,
Ever brighter.
Perhaps
When the sun shows itself,
Dissolving the illusion,
The fear of unstoppable flame
Will cure you.
Yes this is a poem about the sunrise.
(24/Non-binary/Portland, Oregon)
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