Monday, June 19, 2017

Ash Any Day

You're looking for help from things,
From other people, the world,
All unlikely to help you,
Although some might and some do,
And others just look to you.
I am, you say to yourself,
Ready for the flames, but no,

You're not. You're dying piecemeal
By hanging on to your life,
As almost everyone does.
You keep trying to escape,
A rabbit burrowing near
A volcano, determined
No ash will collapse your home.

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