The light of flame races across the dark, empty something,
arcing over and into me, illuminating me alive.
But as I look around for someone to touch, call out to share this world of thoughts,
I begin to cry, for no one is there to answer.
Is there no one else?
     has sanity been taken off the shelf?
     replaced with something accidental,
     something anecdotal.
something so monstrous
     that it extends beyond our beds and
     rests upon society it’s ugly head?
you cannot trust anyone unless they’ve proven
     that they aren’t just another hallowed leech
     looking for another body to beseech
     with their unfulfilled favors but
it shouldn’t have to be this way.
You have your views, I have mine
I'll respect yours, if you do the same
We’re on a path for destruction
If we can’t-
Can’t anyone see it?
In the societal silence, my voice withers.
Meekly I respond, “Good,” to “How are you?” and “Nothing,” to “What’s Up?”,
but I’m sick of acting this part.
We all have our own problems but that doesn’t mean we can ignore the ones that are all of ours,
sitting dazed in the flames of our twenty first century world.
By now I’m done with suffocating in the dark.
In the search for a crystal-clear lens, I rise.
Amethyst Fire.