That spark in the fireplace does more than burn,
It yearns to get out and devour the house
Suck in the wind and continue to grow
Devour thousands of acres and for a moment
Become the world's greatest light show
Yet, it does not know what to do after the fact
And cares not for the sacrifices needed for
such beauty
It ignores these things and dreams of the day
Its master makes an innocent, liberating mistake
It lives for its dream and refuses to accept
After the blaze
When the show ends
It will burn itself out
For none are left
To see the show
YOU ARE READING
Disintegration of the Muse
PoetryTrying to show my more serious side I suppose. I've written many poems over the years, thought it would be fun to share.
