My world used to be engulfed in flames
Flames, raging, strong, and indestructible.
My thinking brought me upon the notion that someone would come. And add light, and oil to the flames.
Someone.
Anyone.
But I was mistaken
My flames slowly dwindled down, as other people's flames grew bigger. Stronger. Fierce.
The cave I was in had water that dripped slowly, making the flames fall.
Yet… everyone else's flames had oil aiding them fueling them. And there fire grew bigger, stronger.
Years passed and my flame dwindled and dwindled
And I sat there, all alone clinging to the remainder of my tiny, hopeless, flame.
All alone
Hoping, hoping that someone would come light my flame again. Waiting for someone to grant me the power to manifest oil.
Someone
Anyone
But nobody came
I watched as others congratulated each other. Lighting fire to their already raging blaze.
I watched, as their flames grew ever so radiant
Flames that shielded mine. Flames that protected mine.
Flames that shielded mine from the air. And protected me from the oil.
Air and oil that helped.
Air and oil that didn't reach me.
Air and oil the diminished
Air and oil, that vanished.
And I sat there
Alone
Next to a flame, that was slowly starting to fade.
And as flames faded, darkness grew
My light was replaced with gloom; my hope was replaced with despair.
But yet, I sat there
Sat there, and clung to my flame, for it was all I had left.
It was all.
It was all that me, my own pathetic self could manifest.
I sat there only to hope that someone would come light my flame. Bring it to life.
Someone.
Anyone.
But nobody, nobody came
And I sat there holding, hoping, and wishing. On a flame, that was slowly starting to vanish.
And surely, nobody came.
And I sat that looking as the spark, that my once enraging wildfire was diminished to.
That spark the turned to ash
That ash that blew away.
Blew away.
In the cold wind.
The cold wind. Of my new world, that is now, engulfed in darkness.