Solace

My haven;
The eye of the storm

How I long for it! For serenity amidst burning winds!
How I wish for it! For seclusion from the violent howls!

It's the darkness in the blinding world
The solace from the blunt blows
It's air in the deepest of oceans
An orb that allows me to breathe

And yet... Irony!
Tradgedy!
It's also the root of the thorns;

The seed that blooms hatred
The child that consumes life blood
It's the flower that spreads pollen
Pollen that dazes and kills

Don't look! Avert your eyes.
The spark of conflict burns bright
The pain to my agony is lighted
And it burns. Until...
Oh, until!

Only ashes
  Are
    Left.