The title of this poem came to mind several hours ago, and the words for it just now showed up for me to actually write the poem after spending that entire time trying to figure out what they were. That grumbling aside, enjoy the read.
Up in smoke
Watch it burn, watch it burn,
Lessons that were never learned.
How to be kind, how to be nice.
Important things melting away like ice.
Flames lick the hopes and dreams,
While your mind is filled with shouts and screams.
The shouts of feelings that were never shown,
The screams of people you could have known.
That before you now charred to ashes,
And your past burns as more time passes.
Is this the start of your new day,
Or is this the fire in which you burn away?