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.
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