A Place In Hell

The ash falls to the sky,
as we stare up at the falling stars,
and wonder where life has gone.

The future's dim,
but we manage to entangle our hearts,
and smile while the earth falls.

This wonderful creation,
has drove some apart,
but mostly those who anticipate kindness.

So we march on,
smiling and grasping each others hands.

Living,
loving,
learning.

The mundane,
the hopeless,
the ever increasing hope.

Observing the ones that fall to their knees,
begging and pleading with life.

The most beauty we can experience is the hurt inside ourselves.

To rise up from it.

Phoenixes,
cursed to live out the same infinity.

Sometimes with optimism,
but mostly to learn from our previous mishaps,
and rise once again with no memories of these mistakes.