Force of A Flame

The flames play dangerously

close to my skin, lapping at

it as if starved, wanting to

kiss it gently, and take

every poisonous thought away.

The longing and aching for

that painful remembrance

brings me back to reality and

helps me realize that I’m

truly alone in this life.

I let anger, loneliness, and

disappointment out on myself,

reminding myself that it’s my

fault that I am this way;

It’s all my own fault.

I’m not sure how to fix

myself, but the seducing flames

invite me into their embrace,

promising to take away the

cold and darkness.

Eventually I’ll succumb, letting

the fire in, taking my thoughts

away. I want to be done thinking. I wish for it

to finally be over.

That day looms ever closer

each passing minute.