Fire Fall

i have been under quarantine 
for most of all my years
sequestered behind stone walls
alone with all my tears.

i am the 'weeping prophet'
a man of constant sorrow.
i've had a chance to read ahead
and i know what's on the 'morrow.'

it's darkening like clouds of locusts
and it's riding on the wind.
it's grinding like an engine
and it's looming like the end.

there's no merit in revelation.
there's no need to stir your fears.
this day is all we've got.
tomorrow, the end of years.

i keep my pearls safely guarded.
you won't believe me anyway.
but count your years in hours
and when the fire falls, look away.