Here We Are

Here we are
The day of death
Silent prayers, without mirth for answer
Anguished outbursts
Hysteric inhale
Shaken exhale
Dying slowly upon every wail

Reaching vainly
Grasping for air
Body’s empty
Revive we must

Here we are
The day of pyre
This cannot be real
Figment of mind, ‘cause there’s no fire
Yes, imagination
Us gathered ‘round
Uncontrolled, inconsolable
Yes, all figures blurred
So surely this
Is not real

Here we are
The hour of decent
Tears like rain
To water her ground
Sudden wail then ambushing the dire
Igniting the fire
For the rest to transpire
Following example expressed by desire

There we are
Cascading away
Leaving behind
For trivial pursuit
Left waiting and wanting
Saying here we are