The Flame

The burning flame devouring anything that stands in its way Is a creature that haunts me through night and through day. I used to be afraid that this monster would get me. It comes anywhere, it comes when it may. I used to do all I could to keep the flame out. I closed my door, unplugged my lamp, but I really doubt There is anything I could have done if this creature had really come. My only defense would be a shout. The flame would take everything I own. It would leave me emotionless, all alone. I would have no one to help me, to guide me. I would be out into the unknown; my entire life being regrown. I was afraid of this flame; it would always haunt me as I tried to sleep. I would think of what it could do to me, and I would weep. I dream of the day when I know for sure That this flame will not haunt me if through the walls it does creep.