Running from Arson

Each step I take is fuel to the fire.

Her form is a mere speck on the horizon

She stands there watching

As I leave her

Fear that she might follow

Drives me harder away

A haze chokes out the sky

A vice holds my heart tight

It pains me to go on

If I stop now, I know

The strength to run on will leave me

Splendor and filth burn to ash amid the inferno

I go until fatigue forces me down

I pray that she is near

I shut tightly the shutters to my eyes

I pray that she is near

I awake

I pray that she is gone

I run onwards

The ash is not the ease of a fresh start but the hardship of abandoning an old one