poetry
this is all of the poetry i write that i like enough to put here. its coming soon though.
the one time i take you back
added: 09/13/2024
as the ash falls around us,
as the flora and fauna of the mountain burns out of existence,
as we feel like the end of the world
as we feel like the end of us,
let's burn on.
don't stray away from me.
the fog and the dark green that previously made up the mountain, has been replaced:
with nothing but deep, dark smoke and black char.
embers descend from what was once a sky with a gradient of a light blue into the uncertain but picturesque white of the fog,
is now but a hell scape;
violent beaming orange rays from the sheer energy of the burning forest,
plumes upon plumes of abrasive, dark, burning smoke,
the air around us burns our lungs.
if this is the end, surely it isn't?