Fire

The smoke rose
Lofty spires grasping
Towards the sun
Blocking the light
Clogging the lungs
It burns skin
It kills kin
All is ash
All is still
And quiet grips
The smoky air
Breathing is hard
Tasting the flame
Lungs are seared
Skin peels away
Flesh is scarred
Lives are taken
All is lost
To the flames
Who seek nothing
Who want nothing
But to burn
To rise and
Churn the ash
Heaven blotted out
By black smoke
The ground turned
To burning dirt
Then a crash
The forest fell
The trees crackle
Erupting into hellfire
Slowly blowing away
Turning into dust
Blowing away all
lives and homes
turned to ash
people and lives
turned into ash
all is lost
to the flame
all that’s left
is the past
because the fire
has no hope
has no dreams
except to burn