The World is Ugly

Written by: Shayla Dendinger

More delliquit than a flower
Stranded on an island of thieves 
Rising up from the ashes of the 
burning trees

The constant smell of burning flesh
We laid down to rest

The crisp feel of the leaves
Bark burning at a raging speed
But our eyes are to blind to see

What I feel is no less 
That would be your guess