Coffee Cup Poem no.68

Come With Me, Little Girl, Dusk is Drawing Near

The world I know is burning away
Beams of sunlight fall with ashen tips,
On fire and lost in the surges of gray.

My heart sinks, lost in the searing fray
As light fades black behind an eclipse
The world I know is burning away.

And yet I drag my feet, stumbling astray
As songbirds sing for me. Mute, my lips
On fire and lost in the surges of gray.

Someone’s voice is telling me to stay
But I do not want to hear, lost, my mind slips.
The world I know is burning away.

Before my eyes, the town ignites, a bouquet
Of ashen coals and sunset singed tips
On fire and lost in the surges of gray.

I force a breath, thick with cinders, melee
Has taken over and I search for a grip–
The world I know is burning away

I fall in front of a charred alter, pray,
But its all so overwhelming and I see it slip
The world I know is slowly burning away
On fire and lost in the surges of gray.

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