RHYME Poem: The Sky is on Fire, by Lola Hobson

The sky is on fire,
As it burns, embers float.
The sky is burning with my desire.

The sky is falling.
Come, grab my hand,
We run towards our calling.

Our only lifeboat is our love.
Safety, getting closer now.
Out of the blazing sky falls a dove,

Out of the ashes, the question arises,
Is our love strong enough?
Or are we battling love’s devices?

The sky is on fire,
you say you no longer love me.
I crumble down, landing on my funeral pyre.

You broke me, left me to burn.
But now,
I am free.