Epiphany Poem by Hollis Pierce

six years, wreckage still smoking
ashes to ashes, polluting the sea

claustrophobic but these walls are growing on me
all i hear is your screams

you believed in Karma, but all you ever got
blackened bones and lungs left to rot

choking on air thick with silence
saved souls owe no debts

projecting, perspectives
head as clear as coal

six months, could have had it all
but alone, forgotten, carpark ghosts

i don't want to be in the dark
but the light takes up too much space

maybe the sand and the clouds have the right idea
maybe, anymore, i dont want to be here