fire

a piercing pain
coils like a thorny snake
and enters hibernation.

from the outside in
the light of life grows too dim.
a candle untrimmed.

i grow tired of joy.
i wish to transfer my pain.
taste my bitter tears.

i’ll sleep when i’m dead.
the grim reaper nods his head.
prepares my death bed.

clock marches loudly.
barking its rhythm out loud.
we keep sitting still.

the loudness of man
shatters the tranquil nature.
the belching machines.