Idle Fire
Idle Fire
(A poem of 2 voices)
By LoLa
We were poor kids
(Hands intertwined; undefined)
I’ll never know her pain
(Out of sight; but still on her mind)
We had 5 dollars for gas
(Take me away; far far from here)
We burned time as it passed
(Cut into my skin; make it seem clear)
We fell apart in shifts
(Broken, this room; it feels like a tomb)
Our bodies were gifts
(Please Hold me close, and cover my wounds)
Why cant we turn off the noise?
(Sedate me tonight; erase the sunlight)
Why do the echoes hurt so much?
(Dampen my brain and call me insane)
We send out an SOS
(Under distress; and nothing is left)
I am the voice; you are the show
(Lets fade away; the colors are grey)
We see pain in black and white
(Just me the space; and give me the night)
The loudest room; a silent plight
(No ending in sight; lets turn out the light)
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