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.