In the cascading embers
The delicate faltering
Of blissfulness, torn asunder

I race through the blaze
Scouring for promise
In the sweltering folds
Of frantic disarray

The calm demise
Concludes in ash
Grey and black heaps
Adrift
In the gust of turmoil’s whim

Panic’s stern grip
Propels me forth
In the flickering hail
That covets my day

Each passing moment
The embers fall thick
Until my efforts
Succumb to their grimy depths