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Burning Arrow

Smoke and the Withered Ground

By Ryan WelchPublished about a year ago 1 min read
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Burning arrow:

The languishing soil

Rank of death

Can it be that this is our fate

Tourniquet unbound

Burning plagues upon our soul

What if we rise

Paradise hollowed and swallowed

Unabating hunger

Turning our throats inside out

Smashing our dreams into

Such material

Unchecked greed

Grating shell

Borrowed paradise

Unsung soul

I can't repeat

What has done

Unquenching lavish lies

Torch the sails

Remove your lungs

How can I see

These tragic things

We suffer insurmountably

Rise from the seas

And burn in this hell with me

Cut a swathe

Cavernous harrowing

There's no such thing

As prominence in our lives

Calamitous emergences

Envelope our days

Remove your lungs

How can I see

These tragic things

We suffer insurmountably

Rise from the seas

And burn in this hell with me

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About the Creator

Ryan Welch

I wander through the fog that is my life. Writer of poems, music and stories, for those feeling misunderstood. Welcome

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