M. Hank

Were you put here only to provide contrast?

Your gruesome body zooming in and out of my vision gives something to compare to the flower.

I have never been a poet,

But for you I will try.

Flames fiercely floating

Flames dancing in the dark

Flickering fleeting 

Wood whispers, crackles in pain

Feeding its fiery power

I’m moving. 

I’ve found a little place in the Past, 

It’s not much but I think it’s quite lovely, very dear, 

And things aren’t working out Here, 

So I’m settling for memories.