There’s smoke rising from the weary mind,
A signal of fire the world left behind.
Thoughts collide like thunder in a skull,
Each one a spark, each breath a cooling.
Tried to hold the storm inside,
But silence cracked, and reason died.
Now fumes of despair fill the air,
A burning ache too much to bear.
Never meant to scorch the skies,
Or let the heat blur love’s clear eyes.
But pressure builds where words are trapped,
And hearts ignite when care is snapped.
So if you see the smoke they shed,
Know it’s not hate, but pain they bled.
A cry for peace, a plea unvoiced,
A soul on fire, not filled with dread.
“No matter how worries consume our senses of peace, it can’t consume the skull completely, so nothing is all wrong at all, everything is always fine.”
