From this chair.

Wed, 09/16/2020 - 09:25 -- Nomad1c

I sit in despair
under elms in this chair
made of oak
overwhelmed
without care.
.

That wooden irony
is what would inspire me
to ignite this fires nightmare
.

So,
from all of those sticks
and all of that bark;
from all of these trees
that I've ripped apart;
I warm my soul
with the fuel that I stole
from the elms and the oak
of this fire I now stoke.
.

Now,
from this chair
.
sitting right here
.
enjoying the trees
.
and the breeze trough their leaves;
.

I am left with no choice
but to hear my own voice
whispering like a disease...

..Saying,

Throw another chair on the fire
Feed the trees funeral pyre;

Ever higher
.
Ever near
.
Overwhelmed
.
Under elms
.
From this chair of despair.

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