BlueTigerSketch

A worry So weak and small Begins a flaming flurry, That ignites any and all, The fire feeds on the embers, A never ending cycle, Upon my mind so tender, My whole body, to defile. I try to stop the onslaught, As the blaze rages on, But it’s too late, I’ve been caught, As I am sieged upon, The fire is all around me, I’m pinned The flame ignoring my plea, No more within, The ring closing in, Burning me alive. The fire tears my skin, I look up and release a final cry. Then it’s gone, to be seen nowhere, And I must wonder, was it even there?