Unto a World Better Then I Left Behind

October 15, 2012
By Chelsea Ciccone BRONZE, Ormond Beach, Florida
Chelsea Ciccone BRONZE, Ormond Beach, Florida
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Surrounded in ash
Piles of Soot
My fingers are burnt

The matches are black
And the air, heavy
Not breathable, grey

Damage already done
Only waiting
The Phoenix rises

Feathers aflame
Talons like Charcoal
Razor Sharp

They pierce my flesh
Dragging me to
Blue skies, white clouds

Higher than Heaven
Past Angels, through God
Unto black abyss

His eyes illuminate
Stars guiding them aglow
Not air is there to breathe

Yet, better than
The world I left
Behind and far away


The author's comments:
Inspired by Margret Atwood's Poem "We Are Learning to Make Fire"

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