I am waiting
Waiting on the day's end
Others close their eyes
but I come alive
I wait through the ban
of milky blue that breaks
open the sky where
the diamonds lay
The oppressing air
subsides and the dense
smog sprinkled with it's
dancing molten ash rises
The bare flesh of my feet
presses into the damp
earth floor
and the raging heat
lashes at me,
beckoning me
It flutters in its open cage
flashing it's
vibrant colors
Without its sustenance
it dims and dies
But I stand there
letting it struggle
Soon, it is released,
converting to smoke
and I look to the blackness peppered by the fortune of gems
I am alive.
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About the Creator
Aubrey Boucher
I am a 20-year-old girl from Connecticut who's always had a passion for writing poetry and short stories.
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