Wildfire

What had started off as a wildfire,
Soon hit a dry run.
A dry spell
Of cast-aways meanders.
Hitting the dead-end,
Going back to the
Point Of No Return.
Emblazoned across each minds-
The fiery memories
Of yesterdays.
All smoke, dust and ashes now -
History created and sustained.
Pointless this life for each ,
Yet to find a meaning remains a goal.
Little did either know,
That Fate had an Ugly Date in mind-
The Judgment Day for all to hear-
And bear as that albatross around
Scrawny necks.
Voiceless march on,
Defenseless to the absoluteness -
The sheer fatigue of life,
Wears them out.
To live is now a rhetoric.