Forest Fire

The city is burning,
ashes falling like leaves in October.
It's over.
Life, once brilliant and bright,
is now crumbling in on itself.
The people run towards safety but find none.
The world outside is barren
 and foreign 
   and fruitless
     and frightening
to those who seclude themselves inside the city
for the outside world wants only to destroy them.


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