Mirth

We all dream of a paradise Where you live in peace, And all pain would cease. No chance of grief, no roll of the dice. A place that I found, No longer earthbound. Nothing could touch me, I was invincible. Should have listened, I was inconvincible. Then I saw it above. Rain of fire falls down and life crashes, Descending to earth, Ending my great mirth, Reducing my paradise to ashes. I could do nothing. I had this coming. I guess that optimism leads to ruin. I think that good was only an illusion. Then I saw it above. The sun’s rays still illuminate the heavens. I still have light and love. For the "Qarinage" Contest Sponsored by Gregory R Barden 5/14/2018 Not great, could have been a lot better. It's also pretty short. I don't expect this to place high...