Poem - Rock and Foam

Grey and ash

And a fresh rash

Stoke the fire while you can

Yet feel the pain

Red to pink

You slowly drain

The colors of wine

By the way you think

Rock and foam

You easily roam

The grey and fire

Lanes of desire 

Trip and fall

To hold the moon accountable

For the night

The darkness and all

Drown in pleasures

And seek convenience

As it is easier to pretend

Then to take a chance

© Ratish