Sky High
Clouds scrape along the sky
Mocking grey rolling under white
Dirty bright white staining blue
Down here's all too dry
Winds don't whip, lash, fight
The rain refuses to drench
The heat stays untouched, curling up
Staining the dirty white
Crackle of fierce, unimpeded flame, it's
Bitter, angry, pure
Rippling waves of fire
Meet feathers like a kiss
It stings, hurts the skin
Underneath. I don't mind.
Smell the smell of smoke
Can't move. Trapped. Chagrin
Makes me scream. But
I don't mind the fire
I don't mind the pain.
Slice and chop and cut
They're almost through.
I yell. Fire keeps burning.
They tell me I'll be fine
I look up to the blue
Scream as adrenaline leaves me
I mind the pain
The damn, scorching pain
And I just can't see
Wake up.
Look around
See no wreckage
No longer stuck.
I'm finally free from the
Wreck. Missiles. Pain. Car.
Flame. My life.
No more dilemma
And I'm not there, no,
I'm here now,
And I know why.
And I wish I could go
Back to see the sky
My friends, my unit,
The zoo, the car before I blew
It, and me, sky high.
I always imagined I'd go down instead
But I went up when I last bled.
What do you guys think of this one? It's an A-X-X-A rhyme scheme. Let me know what you think please; also let me know what you want me to write about in the next chapter, or if you think I should focus more on stories... and which kinds! Thanks for reading.
