Tongues Of Flame Poem by Benjamin Wiche

Tongues of flames, burning in the dark
So much pains, what a horrible shout
What a choir, what an hour
Can't resist a wire, with so much power
Feeling of panic, the earth is becoming oncogenic
Smell of doom, as the moment bloom
Fighting for survival, miss the perfect trail
Dining with rivals, laughter fails
The hour disgust, Paying the cost for trust lost
Pain so gross, the nail pierced through the cross
Took wrong advice, turned closed eyes, now taken by surprise
Praying for everything to be fine, wishing for the sun to shine.