Crituque what you can....poems are hard to critique, but easy to enjoy. any feedback wanted. needed.



But You Can't See In



White galaxies float to your face,

their wings dissolve into the air.



The ground moves beneath you,

while you watch smoke turn red in the sky.



Stars of ember burn your eyes,

when they fall to the ground.



The ground itself becomes a waterfall,

and you fall into the middle of the world

      Suspended

                  Unmoving



Until the fire burns through your heart,

and you realize why you are alive.