Burn

I have a knack for writing morose poems...yeah.

I watch and smile as I see it burn

After all this time it’s finally my turn

I skip and sing a victory song

And turn to the bird that’s singing along

I stop and smile at the innocent thing

And watch it chirp and spread its wings

It flies away to places unknown

And through the streets the leaves are blown

The autumn wind is settling in

And I laugh at the world because this time I win

As the nights grow colder and the days grow shorter

I spot on the road a shiny quarter

It glints in the dark and moonless night

Like a magic beacon drawing me to it’s light

As I bend down to pick it up I stop and see an inviting tree

I hide under it and succumb to sleep’s plea

For it is almost dawn and I haven’t slept

As I closed my eyes the angels wept

For I did not wake up as I had before

With the grim reaper knocking at my door

I open my eyes to endless fire

And my ears are filled with a dying choir

I feel a tear slide down my face

For my existence is now gone not leaving a trace

My mark on that world was not very deep

And now I wish that I didn’t sleep

For if I’d stayed awake and fought

I wouldn’t be stuck in this never-ending thought

Of how I could have stayed in the world above

And maybe even have felt the warmth of love

But now my dreams are left behind

And I accept my fate and become confined

By my own doing I am stuck here

Doing the bidding of my puppeteer

For the strings are lined with unbreakable steel

So I give into the pain and before him I kneel

I am overcome with years of grief

For I am a menace, a freak, a thief

I lay before the mighty judge

Knowing that all that will remain is a red colored smudge

As he strikes down on his weak pray

I realize why I have been brought this way

A snarl slowly curls on my mouth

And I accept that I am going south

I am going down never to be returned

And I smile one last time as I remember how it burned

Author's Note

Sorry.