Oh, how life is feigned when we are complacent.
Once, this spark was the beginning of a burning city;
people trembled at its power and fury,
buildings and trestles bowed down before it,
swaying to a cacophony of screams.
Now the air is silent
and the spark is but flint striking steel
above a chamber with no fuel.
This is life;
an expended lighter.
And its killing me.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment