Flames of Mortality

 

The fires went out for your stairway to heaven

 

            What mostly remained was a blur

 

Nothing but fantasies, sewn afterwards out of grief

 

Blowing smoke

 

Rewriting nature.

 

The recognition of mortality was the rule of existence.

 

                              Serenity could be found in the vast indifference of the universe.

 

One day-and it won’t be long-we’re going to wake up and it is just going to be too late.

Reviews

[KaySea]

amazing jog here.

-klove

[Dillon Cotter]

Nice job brom so much description and variety of wording. This is a awesome write.

-Will

[Alicia Isabella Lane]

Intense� Potent� Gripping!!! I especially loved these lines:

"Nothing but fantasies, sewn afterwards out of grief

Blowing smoke

Rewriting nature"

Brilliant!!! Nicely Done!!!

[frogbean]

nice poem. it was a good write. you have much good work and this is just proof that you have much more to come.

FrOgBeAn

[Vee]

This is a good poem short and sweet i love it!

[Legion]

How true. It comes upon us so rapidly and most people miss the ride before the final stop. Good write.