i am a creature
made of fire
self aware enough
to see the timbers
as they turn to
ashes and the
flames grow
dimmer the longer
i sit and wait
too much time
too many thoughts
too honest with
myself even as i
delude myself into
thinking things
will get back to
a semblance of
where they were
giving eveything
to light the sky
for those that
don’t acknowledge
shimmering light
only when the
darkness reigns
do they contemplate
the absence left
in smoldering bits
of memories where
something once
burned so brightly
as they stared at
their shadows dancing
forgetting a fire
needs fueled or
it is nothing but
soot and ashes strewn
in an empty hearth