There's a faint orange glow
A fire burning
Behind my eyes,
It's
slow.
A fire won't save me,
A fire CAN save me
There they are-
Flickers of cracking light
And here they come-
Countless tears drown my eyes.
Dried tears are burning,
Burning the notes of my life
Snap me
Back into reality.
Someday,
I'll get the chance
To burn every poem, every bit of rancor to the very last
I
Will
Smile.
As fire on fire clash
Because those delicately written sorrows
Will never be back.
