Poem #4

Oct 13, 2023

Wisps of shadow, stifling heat,

that corrodes and sets our lives to aching.

What should be cold and calming

instead wrecks with a wretched spell.

While we focus on the magician's trick

the world turns and twists and morphs.

We are left in surprise yet always waiting

and wishing for what could be but isn't.

When there's nothing but flames we cry

but it doesn't take away the hope.

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