Burned Alive

Tear do the briars,

my leg is full of scars

telling of who I am,

show who you are.

An infinity twist in

tired thin skin scars

eternal wear them;

openly exposed art.

You’re standing in

stone’s throw miss

I do you close one

more time a kiss.

An assembly cry hi,

a real mind survives

the wickedness lies

it does so steer wise.

Well maybe I’ll sit,

in this corner a pit,

in dream a culprit

hoping but I slipped.

Line me up tall to

burn me alive burn

the rubbish below

as to heaven I turn.

Roll up in a ball I

jump as high I try

with all my might;

try not burn alive.

“Too Far” Laurel