Jan 2020
Like flesh on bones
My home's covered with smoke.
I smell undwindled fire.
Staring at the window,
Afraid to see further.
Cold is shade and shadow.
Lashes of flame
Collapse the homes
And the cold pains
Seem pale and lame.
This weave of dreams
Unravel in
The fires outside
And the hopes dim
As this rose grows to ****.
My home's covered with smoke.
I smell undwindled fire.
Staring at the window,
Afraid to see further.
Cold is shade and shadow.
Lashes of flame
Collapse the homes
And the cold pains
Seem pale and lame.
This weave of dreams
Unravel in
The fires outside
And the hopes dim
As this rose grows to ****.
Living in Australia, it's very sad to see this happen to my home. This is more of an outburst than anything.
