Oblivion


Burning

While it freezes on the inside,the hands

Of the fan whirrs,on and on and on

Sounds,world cup

Downstairs,the crowd

Roars,dad

Chuckles to himself.

Pots and pans clatter

In the kitchen,dinner

Is being cleared,Pirith chants

Somewhere in the distance,it burns

and freezes on the inside,the mind

Wanders,blank,but the senses

Are awake.It burns

Breaths come in gasps,dreamlike

It burns

And freezes on the

Inside.

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