The sky is on fire
It glistens, it crackles, it pops
I feel warmth and tired
it steams, it boils, it's hot
The sky is on fire
You look up, why?
it hurts, it stings, it burns
An afterimage, a faint memory engraved into my field of vision
The sky is on fire
I cough and cover my mouth
Do I stay or do I get out?
it's sticky, it's muggy, it's rough
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Author:
KACHOW (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 16th, 2023 05:35
- Comment from author about the poem: This was actually the first poem I made when I started writing again
- Category: Nature
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