Poetry Marathon poem #4

Grant me peace.
Allow me
sleep eternal
or another way
out of here
this dark, this first
forest I called home
adopted
not birthed.

my departure
will not burn concrete.

the embers
will burn
then fade
as always
red hot to burn
and linger coals
blindly releasing
energy
in the form
of heat.

Blackened marks, maybe,
but even they
will wash away
with water,
and time

take from me
whatever you want
from
whatever is left
in the ruins
I won’t be needing
any
fire sale
if you will.

EVERYTHING MUST GO.

whatever stays,
is lost.

I am Flood,
destruction
pulling under
currents
swallowing foreign
drowning breaths

I have found
this world
is a haven
for ignorance.

The mediocre
is inescapable
the skin
is already
bleeding

run, child,
maybe you can escape this.

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