Gone

The dying seconds of midnight
burst stars
and my tears are lit up
like lightning dripping silver glycerine.

I am already tearing deep furrows
of terraces in my skin
as I clamber to dispel
another misdirection.

Only staring at the water
shimmering neon signs and streetlights
open up the door
and pour on that thick diesel.

The river again,
I thought we were going away.

Dangerous patterns
begin to merge
with hidden agendas.

I can feel the heat swift
catch the glow of orange
on their faces.

Totally discrete
I do not understand no burning.

Golden honey shoots
bright demons to the stars.

Glowing embers
dance volcanoes around me.

Black smoke hangs low.
A smear on the purple sky.

I am holding, hugging,
sitting, standing
the heat and my heart
and my watering eyes.

Wondering why?
Oh why? Oh why,
is my house
on fire?

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Thank you for reading - original poetry by CRWhite
www.crease.weebly.com/blog