Umm, Your Thrones' On Fire.

A wisp of grey washed
over the cracked sidewalks and
through the trees, the
defenseless trees,

the chance for a hollywood
ending, well that hope died
today when
the sun rose.

Staring down an empty
street and wrestling
with all those inner
thoughts,
wait, re-write,
desire?

Who knows and certainly
no one cares,
shrugged shoulders with
the weight of your world
balancing, a delicate balance
mind you.

So, retreat back home
missed chances mark
another X on the
calendar,
go write about
how your heart feels
wrap the paper in leaves,
and bury it.