Refugee Poem by Kewayne Wadley

The tip quickly becomes engulfed in flames,
Lost in bitter rage.
Erupting from the smallest ember.
A quick flash, conquering all that is touched.
Offset by a bitter rage.
All becomes engulfed.
A red tip of bitter lust.
The after glow of black residue. No longer love.
The stick now bathed in a blonde flame.
A duel glow, now dancing above a blue ocean.
An rhythm that constantly grows out of sync.
Unstable in each growing conclusion.
Creeping lower.
Impregnating every inch of the wood with it's grasp.
Forcing every thought. Every emotion in an cry of agony.
As it is innocent in an crime it did not commit.
Discolored.
Discarded