Dying Fire

Thoughts? Who knows.
The tedium of night drags
with a sigh,

Sheltered by sullen winds.
Beneath the pale heat
fresh droplets spill

impatient,
A mask for the cold
it desires.

Yellow lights burn
with industrial fury,
Trapped rage

prolonged without sleep.
Dying fire,
Luciferian sorrow.

Tap the wall’s shoulder.
Silence. Silence.
Just a low hum.

Not even an echo;
Still no response.
Just a low hum, silence.

Thoughts? Who knows.
The tedium of night drags
with a sigh.

dying fire

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