We Live in Denial

In blackest halls, a phosphorescent light Shines forth from darkest depths, a honey glow. Enraged, ignited, I now blinding bright, A magma burning, pyroclastic flow, Torching golden beams to desolation. Enveloping destruction, ash I leave Until it’s done, my wounded heart’s cremation. Now hushed to ember, my healing reprieve. Returned to dormancy I hear it more, The walls that groan after each explosion: A leaning ceiling, tilting walls to prove The damage I cause from each eruption. Like cherry blossom rain the charred wood falls Death I see, but I? Safe in blackest halls.