I see it rippling through our world.
Consuming tree and stone and building,
As innocence scream in terror.
I’m trapped behind a wall of glass,
Surrounded by blinking lights.
And you are there beyond my reach watching the end draw nigh.
I scream and cry, smash metal on metal,
Fight valiantly to save you all at once.
But the truth is here so plainly displayed,
As our neighborhood continues to burn.
I raise a hand to my translucent prison,
And push my forehead against the view.
You pull each other close together as we kneel down to pray,
And for a moment the consuming world disappears behind bowed head.
I watch you each give thanks for life, and for the love we have together.
I feel each one of your kisses given as we say goodnight to each other.
And with ground trembling you three stand tall,
Watching me with love upon your faces.
My life and meaning surrounded in flames say goodbye as the air hisses.
Heat and light consume your frames,
Leaving behind a crumbling shadow.
And now I lay in my tomb of blinking lights,
Forever damned by our parting.
Michael is a husband, father, writer, poet, and aspiring author. He finds time to scribble down his thoughts in the dead of night, between ghosts and night owls. If you’d like to read more of his poetry follow the link here. Or to visit his full blog, ‘The Ink Owl’ click here.