The foreseen
destruction
a home,
up in flames.....

There's no,
comfort,
to this,
loneliness,

Her dreams,
are for real
Baptism
Not her wishes,

How do I not allure
and the songs,
not for my burial,
but it creates the swirl
Not for my promises.

I can't help this soul
to the unknown,
wish I could dig deep
but not the agonizing
of the cut-throat sheep.

This is when I end.....