All Those Around Me

I hear those who have burdened themselves;

And I stand amidst all of what they call chaos;

But, on the ground, I could find my peace;

Ridden of daydreams, and riddled in kisses;

I see those who run away from the black flame that plagues;

And I sit, reminiscing the time I was enkindled by the shadows;

Alas, upon the sky there was a beautiful moon that shone;

Covered in the misty blue, and blessed by Radiance;

Silently, carefully,

I tread as if I step upon shards;

And the smell of ash which invades me

Each dazzling light from the ocean; mystifies me.

And then, the silence broken;

Broken by the love the world has given me

And I stand amidst all of what they call chaos;

And I ask...

Has the world cared for me enough?

K.A