7/31/2019
through the smoke, there's a sight to be seen
i can't quite make it out between the shouting flames
too far to reach—too hot to touch
my lungs burn with anticipation
reality slips from my grip
the imagination paints a harrowing portrait
of what is beyond the lens of sight
i hear the howls of hell
a deafening drum obscuring even more
what will be left when the flames yield
and the smoke settles: but the truth
of what was always there
Through the Smoke
by Alex Hanna ·