Red Sunrise
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2006

 

Sunshine Falling,
Through the glass,
Awake I rise,
In a bed of ash,

With no clothes,
A dusty mass,
Half burned through,
Cut in half,

An outburned shell,
In a world so hell,
Where heaven ran away,
To subside by itself,

Torture and pain,
All that's left, insane,
Eating my eyes,
So I won't see the stain,