03-17-2016, 09:41 AM
This is just a snippet of a poem. Given the content I think it works.
Flicker
A match is lit and all he sees is fire.
In that moment before exhale and words
he senses apocalypse a frayed leash.
Wide-eyed, he trembles.
No movement - the world moves around him.
He blinks;
a gentle wind and beyond that, silence.
Flicker
A match is lit and all he sees is fire.
In that moment before exhale and words
he senses apocalypse a frayed leash.
Wide-eyed, he trembles.
No movement - the world moves around him.
He blinks;
a gentle wind and beyond that, silence.