Burnout

Bennett Gillespie

A storm of blackened smoke obscures your eyes

And yet the flame you carry’s shining bright

The fire eats away at orange skies

But you hold on, to share its guiding light

While others fill their days with little sparks

To gain the quiet lives for which they yearn

You sacrifice your soul to make your mark

While flesh is left behind as fuel to burn

Yet after everything you sacrifice

All mortal efforts kneel to the divine

A chilling wind replaces ash with ice

Even the brightest lights must cease to shine

As fast as it appeared it fades from view

Yet from the embers hope will burn anew