Firework

So part of the story,
never shared the glory
Keeps drowning screams
inside a paper bag

It came down as a firework
like something that can't be bought
until the seizers chose
to put it out

And all the fight once laid
turned out to be a masquerade
a fake reunion of some casual rebels

So please grip tightly leaving,
this sack of dusty,limbing
amazing futures you were once
supposed to build

And I can't be but grateful
to those who found their way home
and made a nice stack of debris
where I fit.