wildfire
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just a little wind.
just the slightest breeze
kindles a dying spark into a healthy flame.
and the fires swept across the land.
stripped the meat off the land and
My heart collapsed in manifold direction
Red spurts mimicked the infection
That split up and spread out across the hills
I am a tsunami.
The water waxes and wanes at my will,
Captivating and crucifying the shoreline.
You are a wildfire.
Endowed with incalculable miles,
Extinguished by the hands of others.
A wildfire of a soul--entrapped by glass of reality.
Ferociously burning, in which drains for all eternity.
This is passion.
My passion.
The lies grow like wildfire, spreading everyday.
As soon as i think things settle down,
a thought ignites the flame
I once had a love
That was a wildfire.
It was passionate,
And engulfing.
But ultimately,
Consuming.
But now,
I have a love
That is slow-burning embers,
Sparks ignite
The arid fields
And childhood memories
A glow
Hangs like hell above
Bathed in warm light
Flames climb
The walls of the house
In which we once slept
Hopes
Birch,
Your bark once white
Is now black
From all the things we can’t take back.
You’ve shivered in the wind
But now you burn because we’ve sinned
Your shade may be no longer,
