There's ash falling around me
The sky alight with orange flame
The flame, devouring everything I see
Consuming all your shame
I lost myself again
I tore my voice on all your lies
Built you empires with my hands
But every kiss was just disguise
A throne of salt, in sinking sands
You fed me silence, cruel and cold
Then blamed me for the frost
I begged for warmth, for truth, for hold
You smiled, and counted what I’d lost
Now watch the world you touched decay
Each broken vow set fire to air
Your laughter echoes as it frays
But I’m not running anywhere
I'll stand amidst the crumbling stone
The blaze a crown upon my head
You made this hell, I made it home
And danced while everything you said
Turned black, and finally bled
About the Creator
Where's the Glory?
In breaking news, rehabilitated Republican Senator Johnnie Johnson (Pronouns: HE, HIM, HIS) called a press conference from the Men’s room of the New Orleans Louis Armstrong International Airport, Concourse B, across from the Ignatius Reilly’s Lucky Dog stand. The Senator had just returned from a sexual reorientation rehabilitation program in Memphis, TN after being publically disgraced at a Buckee’s Truckstop restroom soliciting sex from an undercover cop three months ago. He is a founding member of the Reformed Christians for Christ, a conservative, pro-family and ex-gay advocacy group. In the spirit of being reborn, Senator Johnson invited reporters to marvel at his plans for a major remodeling of airport bathrooms.
By Cathy Schieffelin4 days ago in Humor
Comments (1)
Great flow in this poem. Sometimes rhyme schemes feel a little contrived, but not the case here. It makes the lines feel more punctuated and deliberate. I think it actually helps elevate the theme of resilience.