Playing With Fire

Gray C

Playing With Fire

 

Stood at the edge as you lit the fire

Then stepped inside as it took hold

Should have known that I'd be burnt 

Temperature rising there was no escape

I wondered what would happen next 

Oxygen depleted, the flames died down

Smouldering remnants doused by rain

Fire extinguished, ashes blown away

Only memories remain to keep me warm

 

© 2017 GDC

 

  • Author: Gray C (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 16th, 2022 17:19
  • Comment from author about the poem: Memories
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Comments1

  • L. B. Mek

    yup, our blinkered eyes
    often yearn for those
    that singe, our existence
    the closer we get..
    thanks for sharing, a relatable read



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