Day 13: The burn

Day 13 - The burn

There is a burn I know so well, the rage a kid, in a prison cell, and spark to find my journey won, what nightmare I can tailore to a spark flung tonne. Sharpen the eye to the sigh, and sharpen the cell, to the midnight sky. I give you a message from a cell of woe, to use a tool, a frown to sow, and listen deep, my words to thee, a scream to match, a birth in eternity.