Poem: The Sky Will Burn

By: Gina Huh


There are glasses left broken,
conversations left unspoken,
but there will always be a fire.

After tireless pursuit of the dream,
there will be a moment
where the sky will fall down.

The two will continue to pick up the glasses,
they have even tried to voice their opinion,
but it came to a time where it was conflicting.

For years the small flame
began to flicker with each argument.
Soon the worst got to the best of them.

The yelling got louder,
the hatred grew colder,
the untamed fire began burning.

There was no longer any hope.
Glasses broken, words unspoken,
the sky became filled with fire.

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