Tuesday, September 29, 2009

The Fire

The glow is so intense.

It captures all my attention and reflects all my thoughts, fears and emotions.
A mirror image of my growing insanity.

As I move closer it tempts me, taunts me and plays with me.
I can't help myself.

I know it will harm me and I will get burned, yet I cannot turn away.
My feet firmly planted, my hands balled into fists.

For a brief moment I pause, contemplating my situation.
I brush away the thoughts that fill my head with reason and rationality.
It's too late for all that, there is no going back and I proceed.
My course is clearly plotted, my choice is made.

It takes me, caresses me, makes love to me.

Finally... Finally...

It burns me and I am gone.

4 comments:

  1. This is excellent.

    How many times have I danced with the very same flame?

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  2. Wow! Baby, you never cease to amaze me with your writing. Absolutely beautiful....

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  3. Yes that is good. This piece has many meanings and truths. Well done.

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