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
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Gray C (
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Comments1
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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