Unic Cjonr Poet ABC

My World Is On Fire

I cannot paint my soul to form a 
portrait.

I am no saint.

Not to one color and not to a 
brush.

I stare hopeless into the above.

Can this universe be my curse.

In the clear blue skies. 

Where the angels die with the 
butterflies.

I bleed.

Through my sinful eyes.

I am lost.

Will I be found.

Before the nick and before my 
time.

I am standing on the land of 
Corn.

Where Death stagers and where 
Decay was reborn.

I feed my blood to the spoils on 
the battleground.

I am dead to the unborn.

Darkness surrounds my 
damaged soul.

Turmoil thunders inside the 
depths of my mind.

I see silver in the moon, but I am 
feeling grey.

 I am white, but I am black to her 
back.
                                
I look out of my window.

Fires are burning the land into 
ash.

I do not see one tree.

My arms are bound.

My  wrists are bleeding.

I am cut, but not by the cross.

I am nailed, into my coffin.

Although my wounds are 
healing.

I am burning with scars.

My world is on fire in the 
tornado of rain.

My turmoil of thunder is the 
depth of my pain.

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