Upon The Rising Sun

I ran from the burning beams that tried to devour me.
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I was like a burning ember
scorched, scared, burning for
my life’s course.

Upon the hot beams
I seemed ready to flare,
my spine grinding and bending
to the heat wave.

I surely hoped for
less suffering, sadly
my hopes crashed ashore
of the heated seas
on which my boat is docked.

I was left on bent knees
begging for relief.

But none would come for me.

© 2019 By Amanda D Shelton