Watch the Fire as it Dies

Written by: Danielle White

Encapsulated, trapped,
  energy reserves tapped,
   vitality gone, sapped,
    lost, though we penned our own map.

From the wings we watch, raging,
  at the play they are staging,
   we attempt disengaging,
    meanwhile gracelessly aging.

Snow is building on the roof,
  we believe, but have no proof,
   grimly pondering lost youth,
    children deafened to the truth.

Watch the fire as it dies,
  astonishing, how time flies,
   yesterday, sang lullabies,
    tomorrow gone, with a sigh.