Fire
Fire flash in the night sky
Neon drips from my sores
On my knees in the church
Or in the liquor store
Shot down like a dove
Cut down like the grass
Rotating in space around a
gravitational mass
I struggle to see through these
tired burned eyes
I struggle to breathe
as I try to rationalize
Let's go for a walk down
that old alley way
Let's talk about war
and radioactive decay
Copyright © Darrell Hoover | Year Posted 2020
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