Earth is Girded by the Sorrow

 
 
I wonder if it’s come to you  
How close you skirt my existence,
 
And if it was this way before
When Time had its first memories.
 
In this storm’s bitter tapestry  
Earth is girded by the sorrow
 
While I try not to be consumed
But instead the spill continues
 
With greater force to weaken it
To cast out my reason, replaced
 
With all the towers babbling
Confusion picking my pockets
 
My ostriches’ head in the sand
As bushfires clone our extinction
 
To fly away, fly away home
Not where I live and walk in place
 
I wonder if it’s come to you  
How close you skirt my existence ?